So I'm having a conversation with a co-worker. He seems depressed all the time. I spend a lot of my time feeling blue so I figured we could talk about it. Share.
I tell him "Horrible things happen to people all the time, and you don't see everyone moping around all the time do you?"
He says "Well you don't know what I've been through! You wouldn't understand it because you've never had anything that bad happen to you."
"You don't know what I've been through either." I say
At this point he spills out his story. A sad one indeed. But his bad fortune is hardly out of the ordinary. Just run of the mill bad luck.
Still, at the end a consolation seems necessary
"That's fucked up dude." is all I can think to say. His reaction to this is extraordinary, he seems to hold back a smile. What is he getting out of this conversation?
"You were so sure things were worse for you. Whats your story?" He's challenging me. Is this even a competition I want to win? It sure is, this little fucker doesn't know shit, he hasn't been through shit, and I was going to show him.
I start from the very beginning. I spell out the whole disastrous ordeal from beginning to end. I leave out no detail or nuance. The expression on his face changes from a smug look, to his mouth agape. Fully in awe of the horrible things I had endured at the hands of others. He's stupefied. Stunned. Speechless. The bell rings to go back to work, we part ways without saying anything.
I walked away from him that day completely satisfied in myself. Fully justified in my misery, no one could take that away from me.
Tags: self-gratification
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