Yes. Yes, that would be worse.Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if I were a woman in a third world country, sold into sex slavery...that reality I imagine would be very harsh. Thinking about that puts things into perspective for me: it could always be worse. Of course, it could always be better too.
Yeah. :Yeah, there is always that but...I know! I know...
Yeah. ::
However, you are totally right. I have actually had that thought in the past, about how lucky I am to be born in this country. Out of the 5.5 billion that were around in 1986, I was lucky enough to be put into a country with less than 20 million at the time and where there's freedom and chocolate available.I should never take this stuff for granted.
Well, that's her belittling what you have like it's no big deal. Yes, it's a massive deal, even though it may not be terminal. It's still affecting your day-to-day life in ways she can't fathom.Well, they do say that comparing ourselves to those worse off than us helps us feel better than when we compare ourselves to those who have more. Though I always did hate it when my mother would tell me to be grateful for not having cancer whenever I complained about my OCD. It would sometimes make me want to have cancer so I could just be able to vent. Of course, that is a horrible thing.