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Comcast/Xfinity customer 'support'. Need I actually type more? I don't think I do.
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Dear everyone who does this: I do not exist to be your emotional support system/punching bag/sage guru.
More than that, I am a person who has her own shit to deal with at the moment.
I am not a symbol of this, that, or the other. The next person who tells me how I'm 'the symbol of <X>' or 'the embodiment of their <Y>' or 'the archetype of their <Z>', so help me fucking gods, the size of the hole I am going to tear in them.
Even if, in (generic) your mind, I am the AYYYYYYY of your ZED, that does not mean I am obligated in any way -- to be beat on, yelled at, insulted, accused, to provide sage counsel, or even listen to you at all, period.
That is your mental construct, and it is your problem and responsibility.
Not mine.
I try to be compassionate. I am a more empathic person than I will ever admit to being here. I give a genuine damn about the well-being of any number of people.
I am real tired of people who think that they can exploit these traits on a whim while refusing to seek the qualified help they need that I am not equipped or able to provide.
If I tell someone I am dealing with my own shit right now and cannot offer them what they need, I am really past the point of apologizing for not being able to do so at that time.
(Generic) your fucked up is not cosmically more important than my fucked up.
If I need to focus on fixing my fucked up right now, all the guilt trips, accusations, and tantrums are not going to change that fundamental reality, and they are not going to make me want to help you when I am in the headspace in which I might be able to do so, either.
ETA:
3. WHAT IN THE EVER LIVING FUCK IS IT WITH THIS SHIT ALWAYS HAPPENING ON THE DAY I HAVE TO GO IN TO DO MY FUCKING TAXES?!