I hear that a lot when people feel they're at their darkest hour. It's a legitimate question. Yet, for every person that says "Why me?", I can find ten more people who probably have a better reason to ask that question on this particular day. For instance...
I couldn't breathe very well today and I started to feel sorry for myself. Then I logged onto Twitbook and saw a post from a friend who's waiting for a lung transplant and is losing the ability to focus on things for more than five minutes at a time thanks to their lack of oxygen.
Humbled back to earth, I took a moment to appreciate my frustrating but minimal struggle for breath, then hopped in my car to head to a meeting with a former teacher. While I was driving, I coughed up something akin to "Slimer" from the Ghostbusters and I naively snapped back into "Why me?" mode.
Internally wallowing in my self-pity, I sat down to talk with my wonderful teacher and mentor who I hadn't seen in almost two years. During our visit she told me about one of her former students—10 years my junior—who just had a tracheostomy (a tube surgically placed in the windpipe that gets hooked to a ventilator) because they've lost the ability to breathe independently thanks to Duchenne-type Muscular Dystrophy. My teacher said this person was still pretty positive despite all of their struggles.
Even though I still felt justified to say "Why me?" today, after I heard that story I felt pretty foolish about overly dwelling on my cough and my trouble breathing.
Life is hard sometimes and we all have "Why me?" moments. 99% of the time they're justifiable reasons and we have every right to feel the way we feel...for a moment. And I did. Then I thought of my friend waiting for lungs and I thought of this young person with DMD who's still fighting even after all the bullshit life has thrown their way.
Then I looked in the mirror and said:
"Say 'Why Me?', Josh. I dare you."