Other People's Lives Are More Interesting Than Mine

Not. But they do have their moments. The other day, this close friend of mine (read 'saviour from boredom at office') was giving me the dope on her relationship. (I think it's called dope for a reason- it makes you feel dull and lifeless or makes you wish your were, but in her case it wasn't really so. I just felt like using the word.)

Her boyfriend had a huge fight with her over the weekend. She asked him why he hadn't woken her up in the morning and he started on this big spiel about how he wasn't her alarm clock, and she was using him like a chauffeur, doormat and punching bag already. He'd given her love, he'd been supportive through the whole bad patch at work, he'd hung out with her parents and not cringed when they called him 'beta', and treated her friends with respect and civility (even the annoying ones). What more did she want from him? And in classic I'm-a-friend-of-Serena's style she'd replied, without so much as moving a facial muscle, "Sexual satisfaction". For a second, he stood mute unsure of what she meant, then came the wave of fury which subsided in laughter when she couldn't contain hers (also in typical I'm-a-friend-of-Serena's style).

Like I said. Their lives aren't really more interesting than mine (I mean however uneventful my days may be at times, at least I'm not hanging out with my girlfriend's parents)(i am not a lesbian- that was just a phrase) (!). But they have their moments.