I'm going to write about this because I have this unfailing desire to beat the number of posts I wrote last year and because I want to. My other sister wrote about this, and because we sometime co-own a brain, I figure her intellectual property ez me intellectual property and I can butcher whatever she wrote as I please. Forgive me.
This idea came to me one day when I was having a discussion with a dear friend of mine. I don't know if we actually discussed it or rather the idea stemmed from a conversation we always have. And the idea probably wasn't mine nor hers, but probably is a result of some sort of influence from the world of pop culture and social media, as is every thought in our day and age but it came up in. And I have trouble taking credit for such things. But our discussion that went something like this:
"I hate it when people are all like 'my fridge is too small for all my food! My $6 latte is too hot!'"
And because I am not good at remembering actual conversations, but rather the conversations I have in my head. Let's say I said:
"First world problem" (Or something along those lines)
And that idea was carried over on to many parts of my life, which culminated in a Thanksgiving discussion over our tremendous amounts of leftovers.
"How are we going to get our leftover into our fridge?" my mom said, exasperated.
And as everyone was washing the mountains of dishes and in general, complaining of sore, bloated stomachs, I said:
"First World Problem." (or something like that)
And it made everyone feel different. And it makes me feel different everyday. My problems are wholly first world issues. "My job at the art institution was boring today." "My forty pairs of pants are getting a little snug." "The newest episode of my television show isn't online yet!" They all seem really insignificant once you understand that you have clean drinking water, a home, and the luxuries of a first world.