Oh I’m sorry. Did I come out of my existential crisis a little too far for you? Was my brief lack of despair too distracting for you?

Like I’m literally listening to this particular comedian because he talks about mental illness and his whole schtick is finding funny in a dark place which is what I need right now. You can play the Oppression Olympics all you fucking want but my life is fucked and I don’t need to tell you about it to feel validated. You’ve been here 14 years and have one friend who transferred out because he couldn’t stand working with you. The entire office can’t stand you. It’s not them, it’s you and the only reason I tolerate it is because I’ve dealt with far far worse. So get off your goddamn high horse and leave me the hell alone.