I never thought I was spoiled. Really.
At one point, I did a 'short' story about a guy who made resolutions each year on his birthday ... one year it was to brush his teeth every day (even if he had to buy a new toothbrush when he remembered he hadn't done it in the morning), later he gave up swearing and just used letters to indicate his frustration. The next thing he was going to resolve was 'self honesty'.
I'm lousy at self honesty. A lot of us probably are.
What's my point?
I'm incredibly spoiled and I don't want to admit it out loud to anyone - ever.
When my computer died, I didn't throw a fit. I didn't try to abscond with Santa's computer. I figured I'd get the old one out of mothballs and go forth and conquer. Eventually.
I had no recollection of just exactly how much I'd gotten used to the newer technology. I had no inkling of exactly how many photographs I'd stored there. I forgot just how slow the old processor is/was.
Late last night, I decided to take matters into my own hands and re-install the old one. (It took so long because a desktop takes so much more room than the lap top did/does - at least that's my story.)
For all of my kvetching (spelling) and moaning about the 'new' operating system, I've come to like it. For all of my kicking and snarling about the newer version of Office, parts of it are really handy.
So spoiled? Yes. Thankful - probably not as much as I should be, but I'm working on it.
Really.