It's time for our weekly PYHO, thanks to Shel.
I am tired of pity parties. They aren't fun. They in no way reflect how I want to spend one iota of my time.
It's one thing to bitch. Life sucks sometimes. Bitch away. Bitch about your job, your boss, bitch about not having enough money, your husband sitting on the couch playing video games, bitch about the fact that your kids are in that "I do whatever I want stage", bitch, bitch, bitch. I will gladly join in bitchfest with you, because lord knows we all have something to bitch about.
It's when you start whining, start saying those vague statements, or posting vague FB statuses, where it's obvious you want pity, that I don't give a fuck anymore.
"It's so hard to be happy when everything is going wrong."
Really? Am I supposed to say something caring like, "Oh honey, chin up! It'll get better!" or better yet, "Oh NO! WHAT HAPPENED?" so you can tell me your sob story and I can feel sorry for you. Neither is going to happen. When you unleash your pity statements, I suddenly go deaf. I no longer care about anything you have to say, because I do not want to come to your pity party. Don't say the open ended things so I can ask you what's going on. (Big sigh) "I haven't had any time to even watch Grey's because I've just been so busy." I'm not going to ask you what you've been doing. But if you say, "I've been so fucking busy at work I haven't even watched Grey's. (SPOILER ALERT) what the fuck happened to Callie??" I will GLADLY indulge you. I will even bash your work that I know nothing about. Because you are bitching. Because yes, your life sucks right now, but when you bitch you are putting the attitude that you realize that although your life is crappy now, you realize that OTHERS are having hard times as well, and a lot probably harder times than you. When you have a pity party, you think you are the only one. And let's be real. You're not. Someone has it worse. Probably a lot of someones.
Some people, who I DO feel sorry for, never have the pity party. Most of the time, the things they deserve to be sad about aren't even the things that bitch about. And then there's the ones who complain and whine about things that in reality aren't even worth it.
So the next time you want to whine, make a vague statement that is begging for me to inquire, do me a favor. Send the invitation to someone else.
