Raining on My Drum Circle Parade

So I'm complaining to a family friend's son about how my social life in Israel is subpar, and I go on and on about it. Then I complain about wanting more furniture for my apartment. Then we talk about some other things. Then he's like "so up until a year ago, for four years I lived all alone in the woods and the beach and barely talked to anyone." Way to steal my thunder.