Silliness to dispel late-winter sadness

Winter is always rather miserable - yet, by March, it is the worse because it seems it shall never end. It may be helpful to have a brief 'meditation' on people for whom I would feel sorry... almost as much as I do for myself.

Eve - who had only one shot, winner take all.
Adam - who had, over a lifespan of 99 years, to hear his wife nagging him for having listened to her and blaming him for everyone's labour pains.
Cain - Though I assuredly do not condone fratricide, one must recall that Cain had inherited a weak willed and impulsive nature from both sides of the family. And, after all, his gift had been rejected - and brother Abel was probably disgustingly smug.
Esau - who was constantly being the victim of his conniving, double-dealing, sneaky brother, who would not allow him to have so much as a little lentil soup.
Leah - who was a pawn in a dirty trick; knew her husband would not have married her had he not thought she was her sister; and who married a man who was so lustful and self-centred that he did not even notice with whom he was in bed.
Moses - who would spend 40 years wondering if he would have been better off had he played ball with the Establishment.
Job - who had the lion's share of torments, perhaps the worst of which was having to constantly endure stupid and condescending advice.
Zechariah - who was struck dumb for merely asking a very intelligent question.
Joseph (spouse of Mary) - who had to accept the most bizarre explanations in the history of the world, with only dreams as evidence.
Mary - who spent three days fretting over a lost, precocious adolescent - and then, upon finding him, be spoken too in a highly cheeky fashion.
Peter - who always seemed to say or do the wrong thing, despite the best of intentions. His distinguished pontificate notwithstanding, all anyone ever seems to remember of the poor man is how he behaved on the night of his ordination, never even allowing for that he'd probably had a few.
Pontius Pilate - who, at one time or another, must have asked the gods to grant him universal and enduring fame.

But, most of all, I feel very sorry for that fig tree!