It’s one thing to feel your own problems more acutely than those of other people, even millions of other people, even many whose problems make yours look trivial by comparison. We all do that, and we could barely function if we didn’t. It’s quite another thing to expect that other people will see your problems as more important than those of millions. I sprained my ankle a few weeks ago, and I’ll admit that in the time since I’ve given more thought to my ankle’s recovery than I have to the 660,000 people who die every year from malaria. But if I asked you why you aren’t thinking more about my ankle than you are about malaria, you’d wonder if it was my brain that I had sprained.
--Paul Waldman Why Isn’t Everyone More Worried about Me? November 11, 2013