Am I really?

As today progressed, I cant help but wonder... what is wrong with me?
Here I sit in my home, I'm warm, I'm fed, and I am safe, and all I could think was, it is all so overwhelming!
Now, I know that I have ranted to a very select few about how irritated I was with all of these people complaining about their "normal lives." Also, in the past I have gotten down right pissed at some (I need not mention names) thinking that their problems were mountains when (from the outside) I saw them as mole hills. So now it is time for me to eat some crow. I was wrong. I was wrong because I didn't understand all the factors that go into making the problems that people face as big as they are. From the outside, we see all that could be fixed. And as outsiders, we don't understand that we can not make people see a truth that they do not or can not see. This doesn't make us wrong or them right... (or vice versa) it just means that we all see the same things differently.
I have been, since Saturday, emptying boxes of stuff. Some things I love, some things I hate, some things i can honestly say that I am in the middle. But I can also honestly say, that I went to fast. I am trying to put a house together to make a living space for my loved ones and myself, and I have created a mess! Now, please do not misunderstand me, I am doing my best not to complain about all that I have. I am learning that I am just like all the others.
Though a truely bad example, I have been watching all of my nearest and dearest of friends and family, people I love and people that I am friends with because they know people that I know and love, on facebook complain about freezers thawing for no good reason, laundry day came to soon, bills came to soon, Monday came to soon and so on and so forth while I was out over the road. Even though I thought I could empathize with them about their unique situations, I also got angry and them for not being thankful enough to have what they did. My coveted "normal life". Now I am home, I have the stress of bills... yes. I have the stress of not yet having a job... yes. I have the stress of a persnickity furnace... yes. My life is getting closer to "normal" and I am scared! I am scared of normal!
In my rush to create a normal existance for my family, I traveled into boxes and boxes of things, items and keepsakes that, though some of them do belong to me, I have no place for them. I go thru them over and over. I look at them and (sometimes even out loud) ask things where they are supposed to be... (the silence of my belongings is maddening!!!) and I say this all to bring myself back to my original thoughts. Im just like all of the rest of the people in the world!


If you understand me, you are doing better then I am...