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.
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