Newborn humans come into the world expecting the world. From there on out, it’s one big disappointment. Everyone we meet is the complaint department. To bitch is to bond. There’s little that so bonds humans like a shared annoyance.
Ever meet one of those genetic mutants who’s just so damn chipper about everything? Don’t you want to slap them? To give them something to complain about. Then you’ll have something to bond about!
