apples and oranges

you hold the apples.

i hold the oranges.

neither fruit is particularly better than the other one; however, your apples merely bruise. You can cut out the bad part and move on. my oranges get moldy. i have to throw them out.

i lost my fruit, you still got to eat yours.

i'm not bitching about my loss of oranges; i'll find more. you mourn your apples even though you were able to salvage a good portion of them and enjoy their juicy goodness while it lasted. they were mostly rotten, yet you *still* got to enjoy the good parts.