Again With the Gratitude List

I bring up the fact that as a naturally ungrateful person, a person who sees the problem much  more clearly than the solution, who is wary and suspicious and guarded by nature, that I find it salutary to manually go through a Gratitude List every morning.  I maintain that this worldview is pretty common - life is hard and if I see a bear behind every tree then it's not likely I'm going to get eaten by a bear - so for many of us it is a great coping skill.   I also acknowledge that there are indeed some freaks of nature out there who are naturally grateful.  I suggest that these are the people we should worry about and not pissy, irritable people like myself.  

Anyway, the first pieces of my list and the pieces that absolutely dominate the list all revolve around people and my relationships and how incredibly, incredibly blessed I am to have so many wonderful people in my life.  Then, at the very end, I express gratitude for my stuff - two nice cars, a lovely  house, enough money in the bank that I don't have to worry about an unexpected expense.  Here's where it gets weird and deliciously ironic: when I first stumbled into The Rooms the ass-end of my list was always migrating up to the front.  Money!  Power!!  Sex!!!  Gratitude for the direction given me by my long-dead grandparents?  Gratitude for teachers who were patient and wise when I was a pre-teen?  I did not think this way.  Pressed I would have said I was grateful for them but I didn't express this gratitude in my daily life.  I was too consumed with pursuit for the almighty dollar and other shallow and ultimately unsatisfactory things.