You would think that teaching English to refugees and even spending time in a Nepali refugee camp would help me chill the eff out? Well, you’d be wrong. Sure, for a few weeks after leaving the Timai camp in eastern Nepal, I counted my blessings.
* I have access to hot water 24 hours a day
* I have electricity 24 hours a day
* I don’t have to sleep on the porch when I have my period
* If I get married, I’ll be my husband’s only wife (um, hopefully)
* I’m not part of a caste system
But once I got to luxurious, modern Thailand I was concerned about wifi signals and my fine, blond eyelashes all over again.
I had to remind myself that if the whole world put their problems in a pile, I’d be so happy to take mine back.
So! In the name of a bit of reality-checking and self-mockery, let’s share our first world problems.
Here are mine:
* Two months ago, I switched from hard contacts to soft. But I don’t think I really like them and I’m too vain to wear my glasses in public.
* I do 90% of my writing on a tiny netbook. I think I’m starting to mess up my wrists and hands on that wee keyboard.
* I like writing in coffee shops but very few cafes in New Zealand have wifi.
* The flatmates and I are dissatisfied with our coffee table. The legs are a bit too baroque for our tastes and the top has two water stains.
* Winter’s coming to New Zealand and I don’t have enough layering gear.
* I found a really cute picture of a tiny turtle on a tiny skateboard that I want to use as a screensaver, but it’s not high res so now my screensaver is cute but vaguely pixalated.
A bit ridiculous, eh? How lucky am I that these are my ‘problems’?!
Now you! What are your first world problems?
P.S. Have you heard this song? The chorus is “these problems are the good ones to have.”