You know who you are. You are the one who can take the oxygen out of the room with your sighs. There were never troubles like your troubles. You start most of your Facebook messages with "**sigh**". Sometimes your twitter account only says "Why Me?" You tend to have lots of nonspecific medical problems. Whatever 'it' is, it's harder for you than for everyone else. Whatever aches or pains someone else has, you've had them too. Along with a sunburn. You are fond of letting the rest of us know that you can't sleep at night, you have food allergies, and your iPad won't play Blueray.
Most things that go wrong in the world go wrong simply to mess with your day. If the internet is down, it's to thwart your need to communicate. If the bank ATM is broken, it is a direct result of you needing money. It is absolutely amazing that you are able to put one foot in front of the other - though often you 'just can't'.
You generate enough negativity to run a small third world country. And then complain that your friends don't stay around.
Guess what? You are still loved. Though in reality you are not always liked. Somewhere along the way you were given the message that being a Debbie Downer gets attention. Most of your problems are what we call around here First World Problems. Scripture tells us that we are to constantly seek God. So go looking for God's face. Go looking for Jesus. Chances are you will find him somewhere you can be of help. Chances are good that when you will find him, your problems will take a different priority. The best way to get rid of all of that poor me stuff is to help someone else out. You will receive so much more than you bring to the table.
Oh, and at the Table: you will still get the same love the rest of us do. Go figure. There's not a thing you can complain about there........
Someone who had to give herself a good talking to before she could remember to look for Jesus in your face. (and shame on me...)