In a nutshell – people who do nothing but feel sorry for themselves.
We’ve all seen it. That guy who continually sighs in a conversation in an effort to get us to ask them “what’s wrong?” with our best sympathetic voice. The girl whose facebook status updates are nothing but “why does this stuff always happen to me.”
Sometimes – and I use that word loosely – there are genuine reasons for why someone feels sorry for themselves for an extended period of time. Acceptable examples of this could be, for example, when a relative has just died, when your twenty-five year long relationship has just ended, or when you have a terminal illness. Under these circumstances, I can fully accept and even feel sorry for the people who walk around staring at the ground with that mournful look in their eye.
I’ll be the first to admit that when I’m ill, or when something doesn’t work out for me, I will feel sorry for myself. This generally lasts until I look at the world and realise that actually, I’m damn lucky that what has happened is the worst of my worries. Oh no, my throat hurts when I talk – yeah, that’s a pain, but I’ve got food in the cupboard and clean water in the tap, which is more than a lot of people have. Crap, I didn’t get that job I wanted – that sucks, but at least I’m healthy and happy in life.
This blog entry is aimed at those people who don’t realise that. Or even those who do, but ignore it because they think their problems are worse. It’s aimed at the kind of people who you sit next to and want to scream “get over yourself, you ignorant bastard!” at. If you’re one of these people, then do me a favour: next time you’re crying into your pillow because your milk has gone over, or contemplating suicide because somebody unfollowed you on twitter, just take a second to look at the rest of the world and realise your life really isn’t as bad as you make it out to be.
Then do the rest of us a favour and stop trying to bring us down with you.