I count 6 "if"s. 6 things that were outside of my control, and too unfair for me to just get over at the same time I'm dealing with daily life. Not unfair in like systemic injustice, more in like had lightning struck 5 seconds earlier or later, that could have spared me a lot of grief - stochastic misery kind of way. Sure a tenfoot laundry list of things I could have tried better, instead of just trying hard. Being the looserquitter I am I prefered to not make myself vulnerable to any additional dissapoinments. The nice way to say to say that is that my stoic principles advised I only focus on the things I can change. I don't count other people's behaviour among the things I can change. I'll lift Atlas with baggage before I "parents(com)plain" a single thing in my life. You know discourse à la it is not realistic for you to to expect me to solve your problems and you need to take responsibility for yourself... Would you leave your own home in such a state, would you threat your siblings in this manner, would you kiss your mother with that mouth kind of tiresome self obvious nagging. Those sentences are not part of my toolset, I refuse, it's about the most indignified thing I could imagine, to say something as obvious, only to see someone trample on the arbitrary demarcation in the sand.
If it matters, I will tell you in a much more escalative way, the base assumption should be that people can not possibly be this dense if they made it past 25 without dying an entirely avoidable accident.
I wasn't cut out for this work.
edit: Heh... if I had to gauge the day of the week, orienting myself only by my felt stress, I'd say it's friday allready. Ugh everything will be fine, everything will be fine. Soon it will be over, and it will not be the end of the world.