When you have an issue and your life is sucking balls, and you want to vent? You vent. You complain because it's a release and it makes you feel better. Your friends? They listen. They make you feel better, they tell you what you want to hear, make you laugh and help you out.
Not some people though.
Other people point out their problems. They make you feel small, your feelings and problems insignificant, and like you don't get to complain because someone has it worse. Well, twats, guess what? Someone ALWAYS has it worse, ALWAYS. However, that does not make another persons issues any less relevant to them. It does not mean that they should smile over job loss, money loss, any loss, any stress. What it does make though- is you a fucking twat, with all intents and purposes of making it about you and your own shit storm. You are a locomotive of negativity and self centered behavior. Crashing your ass into other peoples lives with your pity party piss, what about me, attitude. If competing in the Olympics for life's worst hardships were a sport, you would surely win the gold.
We get it.
We just don't care.
Because you are a twat about it.
In other news, I gained a pound. A single pound. Please feel free to cry to me about the 45 pounds you have added to your frame this Winter. Keep in mind though, Winter activities are intense, and should you have done them, rather than bitch about the snow and cold- which burns no calories, you'd feel better. Also keep in mind that the gym remains open during the Winter months.
All other pregnant people are exempt from this. We complain about our weight, because we can. Because we are being taken over, consumed with insane cravings and constructing a whole person inside of our hot bods that are generally used for twerking. We know we are beautiful and pregnant, "not fat". We will complain anyway. We can't "not worry about it" when our tits bulge out of our bra, our jeans betray us, and our thighs are capable of chub rub. One time Girth offered me one of his shirts to wear on a particulary bad day finding clothes that fit. I raged, cried, threw all of our clothes all over the bedroom and basically terrified him. So- there is pretty much nothing to say to us...just sympathize and hug us.
Good luck.
Not some people though.
Other people point out their problems. They make you feel small, your feelings and problems insignificant, and like you don't get to complain because someone has it worse. Well, twats, guess what? Someone ALWAYS has it worse, ALWAYS. However, that does not make another persons issues any less relevant to them. It does not mean that they should smile over job loss, money loss, any loss, any stress. What it does make though- is you a fucking twat, with all intents and purposes of making it about you and your own shit storm. You are a locomotive of negativity and self centered behavior. Crashing your ass into other peoples lives with your pity party piss, what about me, attitude. If competing in the Olympics for life's worst hardships were a sport, you would surely win the gold.
We get it.
We just don't care.
Because you are a twat about it.
In other news, I gained a pound. A single pound. Please feel free to cry to me about the 45 pounds you have added to your frame this Winter. Keep in mind though, Winter activities are intense, and should you have done them, rather than bitch about the snow and cold- which burns no calories, you'd feel better. Also keep in mind that the gym remains open during the Winter months.
All other pregnant people are exempt from this. We complain about our weight, because we can. Because we are being taken over, consumed with insane cravings and constructing a whole person inside of our hot bods that are generally used for twerking. We know we are beautiful and pregnant, "not fat". We will complain anyway. We can't "not worry about it" when our tits bulge out of our bra, our jeans betray us, and our thighs are capable of chub rub. One time Girth offered me one of his shirts to wear on a particulary bad day finding clothes that fit. I raged, cried, threw all of our clothes all over the bedroom and basically terrified him. So- there is pretty much nothing to say to us...just sympathize and hug us.
Good luck.
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