I don't think it's everyone but I especially think girls do it. I feel like it happens in conversations a lot - everything is a competition. I am perfectly willing to acknowledge if your situation is worse than mine but if you become assertive about it, I'm not going to feel bad for you I'm just going to become defensive.
Recent examples (if you don't get what I'm saying) - "eating at school events is hard because they don't have enough vegetarian choices" "it's harder for me because they have nothing vegan"
"my ex and I broke up after being together almost a year and still have classes together and have to see each other" "my ex and I broke up after 2 years and lived in the same building so..."
- Yes! A lot of people are so competitive!Vote A
- No I dont know what you're talking about I don't see thatVote B
- Sometimes it depends on the personVote C
- I think I am usually the one trying to compete actually - I NEED TO WINVote D
- I don't understand this questionVote E
Most Helpful Guy
I'm afraid you're right. And a simple solution would be that the person says "yeah I'm afraid I know what you mean, being a vegan I have the same experience trying to get a meal".
Than you don't accentuate that you're worse off, you just share a mutual problem. And there's a chance to think about possible solutions together :D0
Most Helpful Girl
It annoys the fricken piss out of me.
I had a shit time growing up and a friend of mine also had a shit time (though hers in my opinion is more a shit perspective on her part) and whenever I complain about a new thing my stepmother is doing, even if it has hardly anything to do with me (like buying new mugs for that fucking draw) she would try to up it.
My Stepmum won't let my younger siblings come up to see me. - me
Oh, well I've got eight siblings and mum can't leave the house because half of them have brain damage and that's my fault. - her
Everytime I go to my home town I have to watch my back to make sure my Stepmum isn't right there watching. - me
Well I used to live in (town) and I had an hours bus ride and my dad used to walk outside naked and we lived on a highway. - her
Seriously? Can you not let me complain without trying to one up me? I know how many siblings you have. I know how much of an idiot your mum is. I know she doesn't seem to know what a condom is. I know she spends more than she needs to. No, your brothers brain damage is not your fault you weren't even home when it happened. I know how fat your dad is. I know he has brain damage too. I know you hate cars. I know you think your sister is a bitch. I know your tarot cards give you headaches.
I'm sorry. I really am. But I let you complain in peace, so why can't you let me?1