s-s-satisfaction

BadAnnie has enough health, relative wealth, and common sense to feel embarrassed by my occasional lapses into self-pity. I am lonely and I want a better job and to own my apartment and all kinds of things, but then I pass Our Lady of the Subway Tunnel, crazy and destitute, and a hundred other people a day who are worse off than I am and I wonder what right I even have to feel like this. I should be so lucky these are my problems.