Conversations in Samyland

[samyazaz]

Backstory: We are both sick.

Samy: (muttering to self) God.
Mom: What?
Samy: I feel like crap.
Mom: (incredibly dismissively) I know. Me too.
Samy: ...
Mom: And my day isn't even over yet.

I AM SO GOD DAMN SICK OF PEOPLE WHO TREAT ILLNESS AND INJURY LIKE IT'S A FUCKING COMPETITION.

Comments

[teprometo]

I had a friend like this, oh, my god. The only way I could deal with it was by making fun of her every time she did it and turning it into a complain-off. (This is the compulsive liar friend I had to stop hanging out with because she flaked on every single plan without even bothering to say she wasn't coming.)

Me: I'm tired.
Her: Yeah, me too. I only got like five hours of sleep last night.
Me: Yuck, that sucks. I got about four.
Her: Oh, yeah, no, like, I laid down at midnight, but I didn't even fall asleep until like 3:00, so it was more like two hours of sleep.

And then it would descend into complaining oneupmanship, because it irritated me so much. By the end, I'd be complaining about how my fallopian tubes were sore. (Not joking. I'd actually say that.)

[capricornucopia]

Aww, that's not fun at all. *hugs* I hope you feel better soon.