Thought experiment

 

Keep your pity. You can distill it, put in little bottles and wear it as perfume.

As you walk, you can spread you can leave it lingering on everyone you meet. I'm sure they'll appreciate it.

Me? I don't need it. I have enough problems. You know, ones like building IKEA furniture without the instructions. Choosing a shirt that doesn't make me look like I've given up, and of course, you. 

You with your pity.

I don't need pity. I just need you out of my way.