I think that in some ways, this is the real tragedy of prosperity -- it creates a culture of busybodies and crybabies.
I get depressed from time to time about my life situation; everybody does. But there's a difference between being blue one day or even one week, and habitually treating every little setback as the worst tragedy that could befall mankind.
At least, when I am depressed, I _know_ that it's for relatively shallow reasons -- and that on the grand scale of things, I've got it GREAT. There are very few people I know who actually have honest-to-God tragedy in their life and, as a group, they generally handle it a lot better than a lot of people I encounter handle a slightly-bruised ego.
For the record, folks, having to work to get what you want is NOT unfair; having to consider the feelings of others in your social interactions is NOT an injustice; living in a dangerous and occasionally-hostile world is NOT something that makes you special; and having to give people in society at large a reason to like you is NOT being mistreated.
And, most importantly, not having all the chips come your way is NOT the saddest disaster in the friggin' world.
I have noticed that I've become a lot more ruthless in this regard, lately. If somebody gets on my list of people who are just whiners, I just plain stop talking to them -- it's a lot of psychic effort and investment that's just sucked into the bottomless vortex of an emotional vampire. I'll devote my mental energies to more productive pursuits, thank you -- making people happy when I can, or at least giving a sympathetic ear to people who are actually CAPABLE of being comforted, and will cheer up with time.
I imagine this makes me a bastard in some people's eyes ... just like the way freeloaders resent it when their sucker gets wise and kicks them out. Well, that's too bad for them. Once upon a time, I wanted everyone to like me -- but I found that to be a hopeless desire and, paradoxically, led more often to people hating my guts. These days, I have a different priority entirely. Now, as far as I'm concerned, people can like me the way I am, or they can get knotted. It's time for other people to start having to earn _my_ attention and approval, not the other way around.
And here's a clue: constantly being upset about things that really aren't that bad is an excellent way to _not_ earn my attention and approval.