There was a very odd movie in the early '90's (maybe) with Johnny Depp and Leonardo DiCaprio called, "What's eating at Gilbert Grape". I guess it was a coming of age movie so to speak about a kid struggling to gain his independence amidst supporting a very wacky family. All the while, he was basically responsible for mothering his morbidly obese mother. He carried the weight of his family on his shoulders.
This movie came to mind this morning after a few minor "unfortuante events". At 32, I'm facing the fact that the world doesn't really care about my grievances. They are what they are. More importantly, they are what I make of them. Some things, no matter how unpleasant, just aren't worth the energy fretting about because no one cares!