When I was younger, I probably would have spent a lot of time pondering the “why me?” question and upsetting myself with the possible answers. The problem of “why bad things happen to good people” was one of the most stubborn theological questions that plagued me as a kid.
It really doesn’t bother me at all these days, though, which is comforting. The answer couldn’t be simpler. As my sister put it (hilariously, I thought) “Well, it looks like you lost the cosmic lottery on this one”. Indeed.
This sort of thing happens to a lot of people. Tumors are extremely common, cancerous and otherwise, and pretty much everyone has the misfortune of running into health issues sooner or later in life. It sucks, but given the complexity of human anatomy, it’s really amazing that everything works well as often as it generally does.
So the “why me” question feels pointless. I’m much more interested in “what now?”. Of course, only time will answer that one. I suspect the answer in the short term is “too much naughty food” and in the long term: “lots of sleep”.
A loooooooooong time ago I saw a movie in which that “why me” question was asked and the reply, while flippant, comes as close to rational as anything else I have heard. The answer to “why me”?
Why not you?
These things happen so random chance dictates they happen, randomly. Without rhyme or reason. They just happen.
Think about it, when stuff happened to me it real WAS the best explination I could find.
Yep. I think as human beings, we’re all kind of in the same boat when it comes to random life events – sometimes unpleasant shit just happens, and if we’re smart, we learn what we can and find a way to live happily ever after regardless.