Need to stop faking it!

I cannot do this anymore. I'm fed up with pity! To be specific, I've had enough of this social construct which dictates I should feel sorry for all the people who are unhappy with their lives.
There are two kinds of unhappiness. People dealing with illness, bereavement, a terrible accident, their house burning down – something they have no control over – obviously they deserve pity, your help, kind words, whatever you can do. That's legit. That's what makes us human beings.

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I have a problem with the hordes of people unhappy with the lives they've chosen, the lives that make them miserable, but which they wouldn't change for anything in the world.
Why the hell should I pity you? If you're unhappy, you're the one to blame. You chose that career/ job/ man/ woman/ country.
The trouble with these people is they won't acknowledge any blame for the mess they find themselves in. They complain endlessly and you're supposed to feel sorry for them. Every single time.

Why should I feel sorry that you live paycheck to paycheck to pay off that bloody house you hate?
I don't recall hearing you signed the papers at gunpoint. And yes, I heard like a hundred times how you'd like to move to a 'better neighborhood' in a house twice as expensive. Good luck with that!
Or you with the shitty relationship, just how many times am I supposed to hear what a bastard he is and how unhappy you are together. I fell for this too many times already – felt sorry for you, got mad at the scumbag, offer to break his legs. Enough already!

I'm old enough to know my part in these conversations. I can say 'what a pity'. Problem is I don't feel sorry, not one bit. I'm just faking it and this makes me feel horrible! Feels like something wrong with me - I'm not emphatic enough. Even worse – I'm heartless. Just an uncaring bitch! Why should I feel such a hypocrite because of your poor life choices?

Our society is built on a web of comforting lies we tell each other. Deep down we know we don't like to hear the truth, so we don't tell others the truth.
Fake! Fake! Fake!

I cannot tell you I feel sorry to see you banging your head against the same wall over and over. No, the wall's not gonna move and it's not gonna crumble. So, go ahead, smash your head as hard as you want. Just don't expect me to pity you. I'd rather pity the poor wall at this point!

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I just had to write this post as I've had a terrible weekend, as far as demands on my sympathy are concerned. I cannot commiserate with anyone anymore. Nor do I want to feel ashamed when I don't have any problems to share – so that we can feel equally pitiful. I've had a pretty good weekend, nothing's bothering me, thank you very much for not taking the time to ask.
As I'm sitting here writing I realize this rant of mine might be perceived as an invitation for pity. Here I am complaining about my annoying friends, maybe you could show some pity!? No need for that – I can deal with this. Turn off the wi-fi, ignore everybody, go cook something nice... I am a pro at not answering the phone when I can already guess the topics! I'd rather watch a stupid movie than have to go through the same arguments again.
If anyone has anything to complain about, I'm sorry, but I'm shit out of pity!
(For tonight, at least!)

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