I’ve come to the conclusion that there are people on this planet who actually enjoy being miserable. That’s the only way that I can explain it. It’s almost like they aren’t happy unless they are sad or mad or upset. I don’t get it …. but I do want to get away from them.
It turns into a contest with them of “nobody’s life is more miserable than mine” and then you don’t know if you’re supposed to agree with them or argue with them. Do you look them right in the face, nod your head, and say “yep … sucks to be you”?
I’ve tried ignoring it. It isn’t working.
I tried being kind hoping that my kindness would rub off. It didn’t.
I’ve tried talking to them. They didn’t think that they were the problem.
My only solution is to run.
It isn’t my job to fix other people’s lives, but I can keep their pissy attitudes from affecting my life.
P.S. By the way, I am not talking about anyone that I live with.