The absolute worst thing about this method of confronting adversity is that we're actually taught to do it. We present it to others in a comforting way, in fact, and we try to internalize it. Here's a fine example -- say you have a job at Old Navy. All day every day, you make people buy mediocre clothing, and life is pretty alright. Then your hours get cut drastically, because people only need so many hoodies, and as a result you're pretty sure you won't get to go away this summer, paying your bills is going to become a real hardship, and you're worried you might need to find a cheaper place.
This is a pretty serious issue. Now of course there are numerous ways to deal with and fix this problem, but your gut reaction to it is what? For a lot of people, after the initial "Fuck you, you Old Navy ass bandits!" they'll seek solace in something like "Well, at least I didn't get fired" or "There's plenty of people who can't afford any kind of home" and so on and so forth. It's the count-your-blessings approach to dealing with bad news. Sure, you got skin cancer, but the guy down the hall had his dick bitten off by a wolf that was on fire.
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Oh, the beast was ravenous for dicks it was!
No one likes a whiner, and no one wants to see you shut down like an organic vegan burger joint in Chicago when things get tough, but by the same token, be pissed off. If you get fucked, you don't have to say thank you and offer the fucker a napkin. Things could be worse, yes, but that doesn't mean things are good. Anything could be worse. Flaming-Wolf-Bait Dick could have had someone jam a Thermos of bleach up his ass at the same time, but you don't expect him to be thinking that and getting back to work.