Here's a snippet of a typical pointless conversation between me and my best chum.
Me: "Hey dude, how were things going?"
Him: "Bad. I sprained an ankle. Got pissed at my Literature professor. Lost my ID."
Me: "Mine's worse. I got a meager score in my Economics quiz. My flash drive fudged up on the day of my report, forcing me to do an impromptu."
You see, even in bleakness, we are competitive.
Him: "Oh yeah, I guess we both suck. Cheers to that! We don't have girlfriends, we're stuck in our study desks trying to figure out how we can drag the country out from the slums, which is actually implausible. Sore loser's life."
Me: "Sore loser, eh? I say MASSIVE LOSER."
Yes, we frequently disgrace our self-worths. That is therapeutic for us. Weird. Something to mull over tonight.