Dear Whiner,
You poured your heart out to me and told me about all the worries and troubles plaguing you. I heard it all. You know, about the nasty boss, shitty office, horrible place, the puke-worthy food, the mean friends, friends who won't ask for your opinion, friends who always ask for your opinion, people pretending to be your friends when their real intention is to kill you and sell your organs.(ok, i might have made this one up!)
I sympathized with you, made soothing noises and tried to cheer you up. But you didn't cheer up. Your problem became my problem and I played the perfect Agony Aunt and gave you the best advice I could. But you still weren't happy. I told you things couldn't get worse so they'll surely get better. But you insisted that the worst was yet to come and this was just the tip of the iceberg.(bigger than the one which caused Titanic to sink)
And now Dear Whiner, when i look at my graying hair and creased forehead, I feel like saying only one thing.
You..Off my Planet!!
Thank You
Yours Sincerly
Had Enough Of Your Complaints
