So I've been getting this one tossed my way from a couple different directions lately--oh, in a collective, general sort of way, of course. But it goes something like this:
"You can't possibly understand the pain the pain the PAIN I'm talking about. Why don't you listen?! You know what?? i don't care about your trifling problems; why should I? What about MY/OUR problems, huh? HUH??? YOU are selfish. Selfish selfish selfish. (insert some sort of sociopolitical reason why; unless--oops!--it's a familial one, but that is a whole 'nother subject; or is it?)...and furthermore you are (insert labels of various meant-to-be-demeaning sorts), and OBVIOUSLY you will never EVER understand what I'm talking about because you JUST DON'T WANT TO, and I am SO DONE with you, except for I'm just gonna foam in your general direction for another six paragraphs/twenty minutes, and..."
Okay. Bored now.
You know why? Because invariably this sort of blow-up/lash-out comes as a direct response to some sort of disagreement with the blower-upper. A trigger, perhaps. A hot button, no doubt. We've all got 'em. Sure.
And you know what: the blower-upper may well be perfectly right. A-100% absotively incontrovertibly right, right, RIGHT; just as sie would appear to be insisting is the only possible interpretation. It could well be. Sure. Stranger things have happened. And:
I don't care. Either. At this point.
Because I'm selfish. Selfish selfish selfish. It's quite true.
But YOU, see, are a flaming asshole.
Oh yeah: and a control freak.
And no, I don't care what your sociopolitical/inner moppet/biochemical justification is. Either.
I am selfish.
In this instance, that means I care more about my feelings than I do about yours.
You in particular, I mean. Because, I don't know you. I don't want to know you. And/or, back to my point: you're being an insufferable asshole.
Now piss off.