what the hell kind of a person have i become

I was going about a pretty regular routine for a Friday night. Lounging around with random readings from class, an indication of some intention to maybe get some work done before turning in... but knowing better. Videos are on - big bang, HIMYM, big bang, HIMYM - until the internet cocks up on me and i spend all of about 5 minutes trying to get it back up. And by 'trying' i mean clicking on any icon on the screen that vaguely looks like it might help me solve an internet connection issue but having no idea what to do once the window opens. In the midst of my getting-frustrating 'efforts', my roommate comes in with great news (for her) that she got into a summer programme in Yale. I suppose it was the kind of happiness where you wanna tell the whole world, so off she went around the world (ie. skype) chattering at the top of her voice in a language i don't understand (Vietnamese i suppose). Not that i blame her, the world sure could do with more happiness, but at that moment caught between my inefficiency of getting work done, a gnawing pain in my throat, and the interruption of my episode of Off The Map by an internet disconnection that completely baffled me, I wasn't in the mood for top-of-voice-chattering (aren't i just the most pleasant of roommates).

So i walked out of the room after failing to regain composure by blasting music in my ears (i am presently living with a perennial fear that my earpiece will explode in my ears, so that nagging thought got the better of me). While i sat around outside playing with my new best friend, lil iTouch, and gazing through a reading from class earlier, tweets started coming in about the tsunami & earthquake that had hit Japan. Hundreds of people had already died and so many more were missing. I thought of Yurina and prayed that her family was safe, then I thought about how many more people and families must be anxiously waiting to hear from loved ones, not knowing if they're safe or even if they'd ever see them again. Yet here i am moaning about not being able to sneeze without hurting my throat, taking my family for granted and being petty about the simplest human things like a display of overwhelming happiness. The following words could well have come from my mother herself (i'm sure i've heard her say this pretty much word-for-word before) what the hell kind of a person have i become?