Guys, it’s my birthday tomorrow! I love birthdays so much, they are probably my favourite type of party. It doesn’t even have to be my birthday (although that’s OBVIOUSLY the best).
It’s my first ever birthday in Los Angeles though, and I don’t know where to go for dinner that is delightful and fun but that my mom will also love. Do any of you fine tumblr folk have a suggestion?
Everybody’s saying it these days and they all seem to think that it’s some cute way to give yourself a reality check. But I just find it so obnoxious. Yes, I live in a First World country. And yes, to someone living in a lesser developed nation, my problems may seem insignificant. And I understand that, and I’m sensitive to it. I donate to charities and disaster relief, guys, whenever I can, because I know that I am extremely fortunate to be in the circumstances I am in. But by saying “first world problems” to me, you are saying that my problems, which are relevant to me and my circumstances, do not deserve any measure of my attention because it could always be worse.
But let me tell you this; unless you refrain from all the luxuries that a First World country has to offer, don’t judge me when I complain about my iPhone not working. Cause let’s be honest, you have one, too. And you probably bitch about it sometimes. And you probably bitch about it while eating your organic quinoa salad that cost you $18 and the local fair-trade cafe. So please, get off my back.
Could things be worse? Absolutely. But that doesn’t mean that I’m never, ever allowed to be irritated!
Okay, rant over. We can now proceed with our regularly scheduled programming.