Thanksgiving minus the turkey

Just when you think that you have the right to complain life kind of gives you a reality check.  Today was a "sad day".  I just woke up knowing it, comitting the feeling to my bones for the time being.  The kind of day that you'll find me lying in bed under the covers with a sweater on!  That never happens.  I like to be as barely clothed as possible when I'm in bed but today I wore khakis and a sweater to slumber in.  I gave myself a headache thinking about the money I spent on gas on a vehicle that I'm "forced" to drive because my regular vehicle (which is actually my parents') isn't co-operating properly at the moment.  And I stress over it.  And isn't that crazy, like absolutely nutty?  I live such a fantastical life that I can afford to spend time stressing over details like that?  That's a luxury that most people on this planet will never know.  And I went into the bank in a panic because I wasn't sure if I paid my VISA bill on time and to deposit some money into my line of credit.  I went to school on someone else's money and then dropped out.  And now I pay it back on my time.  Mind boggling.  And sometimes it just takes one glance and I realize that my kelly green khakis and coral pink underwear remind me of a watermelon, which makes me happy.  But sometimes it takes hearing about someone elses' pain and their triumph over such harsh circumstances that slaps me in the face and makes me say, "Oh okay, I get it."  Goodness, selfishness is so crippling.  Deciding to be unhappy for the day?  That's actually sickening to think about.  Who am I to have anything to complain about next to the great abundance that I know as "normal"?