There is a snarky, but interesting comment in response to Ibid's post about our collective lack of inspiration. He (it must be a he) suggests there are other rocks to be upturned; other paths to follow. Angst alone cannot be blamed for "lack of interesting things" happening to us. Not losing someone to a tractor accident is cause for rejoicing.

We get his point.

If I want to fly to Scotland to visit friends, I get the time off and away I go. If I lack an education, I work harder than my peers, take out a loan and four years later, step in time to Pomp and Circumstance. If I break an ankle, a doctor will cast it, regardless of my ability to pay. If I crave a lover, eharmony will produce one.

It doesn't suck to be us. And yet, it does.

Somehow, I think she gets it.