Why Do Things Have to Be So Complicated?

Why do things have to be so complicated? Why can't iPods work the way I want them to? Why do other people have to be difficult and then hurt my feelings on top of it? Why can't Hugh Laurie really be Dr. House? Why can't I get to sleep at a reasonable hour? Why do I have to feel guilty about setting traps and plotting to kill the rodents that seem to be living in my garage? Why can't I have normal dogs? Why does it sometimes have to be 95 with humidity? Why dosen't anyone understand? Why can't I just be "average" instead of neurotic?

I know these are all kinda silly questions, and I know that what's really going on is that I'm feeling sorry for myself. And I know that so often life doesn't work the way that we think it's supposed to. I don't know. So often, all I want to do is cry, and believe me, I do cry plenty often. I guess the worst part is that I sometimes feel so completely alone.