Lots of lovely solidarity here on the woes of the life treadmill, and thank you @Zebracat and @Cantonet for making me feel better, I'm very used to the line of 'but you seem very intelligent...' fuckwittery that comes with those chastising :)
I had more on a different level when at my french class today. 90 mins I normally love every week, talking about everything and nothing with a disparate bunch of folk brought together solely by their love of wanting to speak better French in the local Weatherspoons at 9am. Our Parisian (and much younger than us) 'teacher' has a habit of when doing round robin, questioning in such a manner why we are all having such challenges in life with parents, kids etc. When asking me about my week, I mentioned DD (challenges with securing rental accom across 3 forthcoming geographies), or mum/MIL issues etc. She asked why do I talk about others rather than about myself and what I had been up to? Clearly couldn't get her head around BUT MY LIFE IS NOT MY OWN! I didn't obviously scream this out loud. She has much younger children, all this is yet to come!
She's tolerated because I like the group but think I prefer her when she asks me questions like 'of course you are going to have curry on xmas day, or 'surely you only drink tea' type nonsense. My favourite to date is:
Ealing, how come you get hay fever?
Response: Why wouldn't I, if I cut myself I bleed red blood too'
If I were to say I thought this must be a French thing, I would be as bad as her, so I keep it in my head, grin and respond politely, in the knowledge that whatever I say goes way above her head :)