High-class problems...

Whine, whine, whine.
This has been a week of whining, to my mother in particular, who I'm sure rolls her eyes and thinks, "Oh, if she only KNEW what troubles are..."
Last year this time, when our entire family seemed to be in one health crisis after another, I would have jumped through hoops of fire to have a week like I just had, but now that our health issues have resolved, I'm whining because of this and that little thing.
It's the whole Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. Once you've got the basics covered, hunger, shelter, social contact, job, THEN you can go on to nitpik at everything else.

Am I fulfilled?
Does my life have meaning?
Will I leave the planet a better place when I'm gone?
Are there people who wish that exit would happen sooner rather than later?
Gee whiz.

I expect too much from everybody, not just myself. I expect people to be charming, receptive, interested, and when they're not, I feel that I've failed. Sometimes I'm sure I have, but all the time?
Oh, it's the whole only-child-center-of-the-universe curse rearing its ugly head again.
When we (I'm speaking of me now) are too self-absorbed with how others see us, we fail to remember that we are NOT the reason most people are the way they are. Someone not responding in the way you'd like doesn't necessarily mean that you've misspoken or hurt their feelings or done your job poorly. Perhaps they don't feel well. Maybe they heard some disturbing news earlier. Maybe they're just tired and not in the mood to learn or to be entertained.
Oh, this hypersensitivity is a pain.
But again, this is a high-class problem.