I seem to be living in my own world, apart from everyone else's. Not just in a mental/emotional sense, but in a much larger, profound sense.

Everyone lives and grows up differently. But I'm just now realizing how charmed my life's been in too many ways. I take too much for granted. What I complain about, some people would actually wish to have a piece of.

Take school for example. I complain that I can sleep in half my classes and pull straight A's, getting a weighted 4.167 GPA. I complain that my classes are so boring that that's why I fall asleep. I spoke of wanting more work, but I've heard from more than a handful of people (MSAers and random people I know online) that they wished they had more of my position.

I hate to admit it, but I always seem to never be in a position to complain. (As much as I do, it's hard to figure out.) Whenever I seem to, someone else always seems to make one little note about a problem of theirs that, in my eyes, massively out-does mine.