On meaning and suffering

I have just had a little thought about how much of our suffering is associated to our feelings of being special, again. I am saying 'again' because I remember explaining this to a bunch of people once and they got rather sick of it, lol. But anyway, pretty much just the same thought occured now again. The idea is that if you just think and accept that you are a human being just like anyone else, and not anything particularly special, then much of your experiences, bitter or great, begin to make sense. Something horrible happened to you that you can't believe happened? Someone lied to you? Betrayed you? Hurt you? Well, see, that's what happens to humans. Humans happen to do that with each other, always did that since they emerged into being. What makes you think you are something special that it wouldn't happen to you? That puts things into perspective, doesn't it? I think it's somewhat liberating too once you realize it. My point is, if you think about it, you should realize that you are human and you should expect human-things to occur to you, and when they do, whether bad or good, you take them as the very human-experiences that they are and that you are supposed to go through, with all its glory and tragedy, and with each such experiences you emerge the other end with a deeper understanding of life, without necessarily becoming depressed nor dismissing.

Update: I have since spoken to my girlfriend about it. After discussing the matter with her a little bit, we noticed how this feelings of specialness is associated with romance. I concluded that thinking of oneself as special is not very good but some people can be special to you. And indeed romance starts with someone else being special to you and just the same way the end of romance is makred by the bitter realization that the person you thought to be so special is just another flawed human being.