Sob Stories : We all have one but let's try and keep them to ourselves?

I remember in an episode on " The Face " ( which is Naomi Campbells version of " Americas next top model " ) she brashly said to a competing contestant that, " Nobody cares about sob stories". I paraphrase but that's the major gist of what she was saying. I couldn't help but guffaw. Campbell is FULL of sob stories and here she is telling someone else to can the sad stuff. We've all got a story where we are the victim. Actually, if given a green card to be grandiose then i'd say that every single recount of reality in the form of a story places us to be the victim. The victim of trauma, sadness, happiness, success. Experience, ultimately. We are the center of attention in all of our stories which is fair enough since we can't jump out of our skin to tell the story through the eyes of another. Sob stories though, take advantage of this fact twice fold. Sob stories say :

No one can tell this story through my eyes
and
I am special and deserve special treatment and attention

OK, so i believe that all of us have a sob story to tell. Nobody has lead a perfect life. Most of our sob stories involve friends, colleagues and parents. If not about them then about US affecting them in a negative way. These three categories cluster the main people in our lives who shape who we are. Some people's sob stories are especially traumatizing or victimizing, this is true. And i do believe that we have the right to tell others about our experiences especially if they have been pivotal to our personalities or lives. The only problem i have is when people use their 'story' to gain attention, empathy or priority. Even if the story is true and legitimately dramatic, why do some of us still feel annoyed when people launch into them?

I think sob stories create panic because it puts people on the spot. We are morally bound to sit there and listen for fear of seeming like a cold hearted bastard if we do turn around and leave but oh how badly do we want to leave! Here the art of slipping away elegantly is what is desperately needed. Tellers of sob stories that are not invited to be bought out want us to feel sorry for them. To stroke their hair and agree that they did not deserve their cruel fate. In most cases, they didn't. But their appeal to being pampered is what drives us to the puke bucket. What i really want to say, is that we ALL have a sob story to tell. Everyone genuinely believes that their pain and suffering is so much more intense than the next persons. So what's the point of trying to convince other people? No one will ever honestly say that they believe you have suffered more. And if you have, how would we ever know? I believe that losing a dog can be just as saddening as losing a brother. I know, that sounds really silly but who's to say that we all have the same pain thresholds? Noone can and noone should because we are all different. Eeeeesh, this entry is starting to veer into rant territory so i better wrap it up quick. These days, i want to keep my sob stories to myself. You probably don't care or want to be anchored down to that seat out of politeness so i'll only launch into them if you directly ask me. It works out better for both of us that way.