I bet you have an acquaintance like one of mine, someone who loves to play Misery Poker. If Pouting Paul is in the room when someone notes a challenge, defeat or hurt he always has a worse story.
Your mentioning that you bumped your hip on the kitchen island this morning brings a tale of woe from PP that has him figuratively helicoptered to Duke Medical Center with life-threatening injuries.
Now, when he starts dealing a hand of Misery Poker I’ll gently ask, “Paul, what happened today that is good?”
His awareness is starting to light up.