I know it's petty and small, but still. Every morning, I have to shove tiny pieces of plastic into my eyes so they can function correctly, and sometimes it's troublesome. Those times, my disdain for God increases a little bit more. Like, c'mon, man. Why did "fearfully and wonderfully made" turn into "hurriedly and haphazardly thrown together" that fateful prom night?! 😂