So I was tossing-and-turning in my bed a bit when I noticed that A) my hand hurt, B) It hurt a lot, and C) It didn't seem to be going away. So I looked at it and lo-and-behold, my pinkie was sporting a nasty looking cut, with the skin coming off a bit as well. It's healed a bit since then - although it still looks really ugly, and is particularly sensitive - but I'm amazed that I could get such a cut without realizing it. It's not the first cut I've had in a while either; recently I noticed a small but very visible cut down my upper cheek (nearish my nose) and I haven't the slightest idea when that got there.
Also apparently the city is being shut down on account of snow. Lots of snow. Lots of snow. Some "spring" break I got.
Fortunately I like snow so I don't mind, but we've had so few snows and two of them come right before or during my spring break. Amazing.
I mean don't get me wrong. I can imagine just wanted to be comforted and/or understood and the person you are talking to is continuously trying to offer advice or fix it in some faction is annoying.
I do this a lot. I learned it from my mother, who is only capable of doing this. I expanded my repertoire by including "offer sarcastic bad-advice", and "describe similar situation that occurred to me" to it. I am not a helpful person; thankfully, I have a cat which does that for me.