You know, the capacity for humans to complain no matter the circumstances astounds me.
Case in point. My work schedule has changed a lot since this Covid-19 bug hit. I'm working double shifts, I'm not really a morning person, despite spending a large portion of my life getting up at 4:30 to spend 16 hour days cooking for a bunch of squids. I have to get up 1.5 hrs before work to make sure I get my coffee and breakfast. It's a bit of a pain in the ass.
My body has aches and pains galore. I'm still recovering from my recent hospital stay. And I grumble inwardly when trudging to work. But then God has to put me in check sometimes.
He says, "Hey dumbass! You know how many people lost their jobs when their business shut down? You know how many people had to go on unemployment? You know how many people have to put their lives back together after this thing hit? Do you know why I put it into your head not to have kids? Not to have a significant other? You have it sooo damn good right now!
You lost your Theater Square site. BFD! But you're now working security at UPMC. You're getting OVERTIME! You're working more hours now than you were at the beginning of the year! Your paychecks are BOOMING right now! I'm keeping your ungrateful ass out of the hospital! You could have had a bigger stroke than you did and be totally useless to yourself!
Get the dick out of your ear and listen up! YOU ARE BEING BLESSED!! BE FUCKING GRATEFUL, YOU IDIOT! QUIT YOUR BELLYACHING AND ENJOY THE DAMN RIDE!!"
That's the way God occasionally talks to me, like an 80's RTC Great Mistakes company commander (Back in those days, they could cuss.) In a way that I can understand. And he's right. I have it pretty damn good compared to others. It's not the ideal situation, the ideal life, but it works, for me, that is. Take whatever moral you choose out of this.