Lately, my tolerance level for people's dumb crap has fallen waaaay down.
I have been in this rut where I compulsively compare my own problems to the problems of those around me, and try to decide whose got worse things happening. 9 times out of 10, it's me. And when I come to that realization, I actually have trouble empathizing and helping out that person.
And it's making me unable to socialize.
It's not just close friends, though. Strangers will talk near me and will come within inches of a good old bitching out. You think you got problems?!? Try my problems!!! you know the drill.
Today I'm sitting at lunch, eating my pho and doing Chinese homework, and this couple sits next to me. The boy has a faux-hawk and a frat sweatshirt on, the girl's in ballet flats, jeans, and a lace shirt. They start talking about how the girl is going to visit her parents who live in Boston this weekend.
"Yeah, I don't have a new car. It's used. My parents don't have much money." She says.
"You're kidding." Her boyfriend stares at her. "You live in Boston, and you drive a Jaguar. You're rich."
"No." She assures him. "See, my mom is like a hairdresser? In Cambridge? So like she makes a lot of like money off of like the rich people there. But like our rent is expensive, that's why like I have my dad's old Jag." Like.
They continue talking, but I want to smack a ho. I hate when people bitch about problems that AREN'T REAL. You know what's real? Working 20+ hours a week to pay bills and for books and some food expenses, and then maintaining a full class schedule. How about people who DON'T attend college? You know what else is real? Forget getting Daddy's old Jag, how about paying for your own car even partially? How about having an ill or deceased parent? Not having a job? Not having a car? Living in Haiti?
I'm so sick of spoiled fucking people and persons of weak character.
...I'm done for today.
I have been in this rut where I compulsively compare my own problems to the problems of those around me, and try to decide whose got worse things happening. 9 times out of 10, it's me. And when I come to that realization, I actually have trouble empathizing and helping out that person.
And it's making me unable to socialize.
It's not just close friends, though. Strangers will talk near me and will come within inches of a good old bitching out. You think you got problems?!? Try my problems!!! you know the drill.
Today I'm sitting at lunch, eating my pho and doing Chinese homework, and this couple sits next to me. The boy has a faux-hawk and a frat sweatshirt on, the girl's in ballet flats, jeans, and a lace shirt. They start talking about how the girl is going to visit her parents who live in Boston this weekend.
"Yeah, I don't have a new car. It's used. My parents don't have much money." She says.
"You're kidding." Her boyfriend stares at her. "You live in Boston, and you drive a Jaguar. You're rich."
"No." She assures him. "See, my mom is like a hairdresser? In Cambridge? So like she makes a lot of like money off of like the rich people there. But like our rent is expensive, that's why like I have my dad's old Jag." Like.
They continue talking, but I want to smack a ho. I hate when people bitch about problems that AREN'T REAL. You know what's real? Working 20+ hours a week to pay bills and for books and some food expenses, and then maintaining a full class schedule. How about people who DON'T attend college? You know what else is real? Forget getting Daddy's old Jag, how about paying for your own car even partially? How about having an ill or deceased parent? Not having a job? Not having a car? Living in Haiti?
I'm so sick of spoiled fucking people and persons of weak character.
...I'm done for today.