My tolerance for people’s issues appears to be quite low at the moment. I ought to rephrase that – my tolerance for people moaning is low.
Rather ironic for a blog on which I’ve been whining about pain for the last decade, but hear me out.
I have infinite time for my spoonie friends who need to vent their frustrations. Being in pain all the time makes you quite angry sometimes. It’s valid. It’s reasonable. And ranting in a blog is a healthy way to deal with it. Part of my ranting on here is to make a point that I am trying my hardest to keep my chin up and carry on. Sympathy makes me uncomfortable – empathy is useful though.
I equally am not getting at my friends with genuine concerns about their families for whom cake and offloading is a form of catharsis.
What is pissing me off today is people bemoaning the loss of liberty that they created.
I know I should be more tolerant. But when my Facebook wall is covered with ‘I can’t have a sports car because I decided to have children’ and ‘my life is over because I found a grey hair’, it’s really hard not to settle into my resting bitch face and think ‘good for you, I couldn’t play in the Hearthstone tournament because I COULDN’T WALK UP THE STEPS’. Equally, there are people in way worse places than me so why would I bitch about that?
Being overtired clearly doesn’t suit me.