As a lonely, single, childless, unpropertied, mediocre 35-year-old, any exposure to anybody else's life, excepting the homeless, makes me feel worse about myself.
You don't know what demons those people are fighting on their daily lives.
Ain't that the truth. Goes for anybody you see in public too. It's easy when you're down to think that everyone else has it rough. I find it's only when you ask questions or read bios of people that you get a sense of how connected we are in are daily struggle as humans.