Moaning Groaner

Today, I have had to deal with more crap than any of you.

If you've had a bad day, I've had it worse. If you're having troubles, mine are more important. If you had issues with your housemates, I have them more frequently and severely. You don't know how lucky you have it, clearly.

Or at least that's what it seems like is being conveyed to me, all the time. Usually, I'm quite sympathetic. I listen, and I listen and I listen some more:

"You are good at something: you're good at listening to me moan"
"Thanks, I'll put it on my CV"

But there comes a point, when I think, well actually, not only do you have it pretty good - and I'm not saying I'm any worse off - but also, hey, just because you think your life is worse than mine doesn't mean I don't have problems, too. You are not the only person to have ever felt down, inexplicably- and I do understand what you mean - some people are just better at hiding or dealing with it.

Oh the irony of me moaning about someone moaning. I appreciate, everyone needs someone to listen, but when it's the same sodding problems, all the goshdang time... *sigh*

It's really highlighted when I talk to someone who doesn't focus on themselves all the time. A person, who I know has far more devastating issues than myself, will still stretch to sound concerned if ever I try to divulge my minor upsets. Someone who asks questions, who comforts, who reassures. I like one way streets, sometimes, I like to learn more about people, places, stories. But it's nice for people to show interest in me, too.

Although, I think sometimes I expect too much of some people.

On the jukebox: Soft Cell ~ Tainted Love