"Whenever there's someone I come across who's openly gone through abuse, trauma, or anything conflicting- I'm just enraged at them. My brain snaps to the thought of: "Oh, so THIS pure bundle of cinnamon is so pure, they just HAVE to have compelling conflicts behind them that they suffer BEAUTIFULLY through. BRAVO. YOU'RE SO THREE-DIMENSIONAL AND WISE."

It's so obnoxious. It's gotten in the way- whenever someone comes up to me with their problems, I can feel my gorge rise, and I just HAVE to brush them off. 

But sometimes, I relish in taking those problems in and comparing them to mine. It's like a way of validating myself, like I've suffered more, and now I'm a better person. 

I'm so glad I have BPD. I mean, if I didn't have BPD, then I wouldn't have any excuses! I'd better write my compelling conflicts down on paper before they get solved....."

