First World Problems

I've been thinking about the idea of First World Problems recently, partly because I've been having a few lately. First, one of my favorite pieces of jewelry got slightly damaged. Then I discovered that a couple kinds of junk food that I used to really like just don't taste good anymore. Not only do they not taste the way I remembered, they taste bad to me. And today I learned that my Beckymobile was totaled in an accident. When put one way, I sound like a spoiled brat: "My diamond is chipped! Oreos are yucky now! My beautiful car is hurt!"

But if you look at what's really making me sad, I don't think many people, even in the Third World, would blame me much for being unhappy. I accidentally broke something I cherish that was given to me by a loved one, something from my childhood is still here and yet gone forever, and I didn't get to say goodbye to a large part of my youth. Those aren't super serious problems and I'm sure I'll be over them all fairly soon, but I don't like the idea that I should feel bad about feeling bad about them.

On the Rooftop*

From our spot on the rooftop we can see most of downtown. Hundreds of others are out as well tonight and the stars surround us like glittering gems. They are the only decorations this club needs. A current of celebration flows through the air. It feels like it's simultaneously carrying me around the city and bringing everyone here to us. But Elva, Jessica and I don't move.

We can't keep from staring at the Diamond Room. Revolving atop the cylindrical, black glass building, the Diamond Room has its grand opening tonight. The name comes from the room's shape, but it also characterizes the glamor within. Designed to be the best place on the skyline, I envy the people inside.

Partiers move about the skyline mingling. The group next to us has many visitors, and after a while a few stop by us as well. Everyone is friendly. One very cute guy flirts hard with me. He has a sweet smile and appealing sandy hair. I flirt back a bit, hesitantly, guilty because this won't go where he wants it to. It's hard to turn him down, but I've already found my true love and he's all I need.

Time passes, but morning is no closer. In this fairy-less fairy realm tomorrow isn't a worry and this night is all that will ever truly matter.



*A dream I had