Gripes. Not. Allowed.

I don't have any room to complain about anything. Somewhere in the world, there's always going to be someone who has it better than me and a lot more people who have it worse off than me. I really don't have anything to write about once I've put this into context. For example:

Gripe: My Camry Hybrid is in the shop to have body damage repaired caused by an elderly man who didn't see me park next to him. Completely his fault and his insurance is paying for it.
Reaction: You're lucky you have a car. You're lucky the old man that hit you wasn't uninsured.

Gripe: I have to deal with traffic coming home from work. Why can't they put more lanes in?
Reaction: Hey fucker, at least you can afford to drive. Some of us walk, bike or take the bus a lot further than you. It takes us a hell of a lot longer to get home.

Gripe: The weather is terrible! Why can't we have a normal Spring!
Reaction: In some parts of the world, people are dying because of the heat, hurricanes, tornadoes and drought.

Modestly,
Gregsta'