I'm sorry if your life is hard, but you forget you know jack-shit about mine. Being a white American male doesn't ensure you have an easy life.
For all you know, I could be crippled, have cancer, AIDS, or all three. Maybe I'm a midget? Maybe I have MS? Perhaps I have a rare skin disease that keeps me from ever seeing sunlight?
You don't know, and until you do, don't feed me shit about how good I've got it. I know the "post" button is a wonderland of temptation and it probably shouts "CLICK ME!" in a voice only you can hear. There's another voice I'm sure you have as well. It's the one that reminds you to look both ways before you cross the street, not put metal things in the microwave, and put a jacket on before you go make a snowman. It's the voice of common sense. I suggest you get acquainted with it.