When you or a loved one have a disease to contend with, it puts a lot of things in perspective. Yes, I'm about to get "Dear Muslima" on you but, honestly, it's the only realistic and truthful response. There are a few things that I read now that put things in the proper view.
One of the worst recently has been "someone said something mean about me/Photoshopped a bad picture of me". I see these things and think to myself "Really? The very worst that has happened to you is some anonymous joker said or did something naughty?" While you're whining about this, my guy is busy having a tube put in his stomach so he can get the nutrition he needs once radiation and chemo therapy start. He hasn't even started the stuff that is required to ensure the cancer is killed off and is feeling exhausted already and you have assholes being, well, assholes to you on a medium you can shut off and walk away from? You willingly go to a web site that will probably have bad things to say about you, whine and kvetch, meanwhile my guy has an eight inch scar in his neck where they opened him up to remove a cancerous mass?
At the risk of being extremely politically incorrect and a "gender traitor/misogynist", fucking buck up, pussy. Life is chaotically designed to both give you great joy and screw with you. There are things that will be fantastic and will make you laugh and then there will be things that will be horrible and will make you cry. As atheists and skeptics, you'd think this would be a given. For some reason this isn't the case for some. This small number thinks that everyone and everything should play nice. It doesn't work that way, sunshine.
If you're deluded enough to think the world owes you niceties, you're on the wrong fucking planet. Go back to believing in sky fairies and leave the rest of us to living a more realistic life, thank you.