As I walked across the parking lot at the grocery store this evening, I turned to my husband and said, “Oh, this two-doored Jimmy makes it so difficult to get all these groceries in the back seat.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I caught myself – this was an excellent example of a first world problem. When my 23-year old son came home for the holidays, he introduced me to this new term and I’ve been thinking of it ever since.
First world problems are “frustrations and complaints that are only experienced by privileged individuals in wealthy countries.”
Some examples of first world problems would be:
I don’t know which 1 carat diamond encrusted platinum ring to buy!
The increased legroom they have in First Class means I have to stand up to get my inflight magazine from the seat pocket in front of me.
My hands are so full I can’t change songs on my Ipod without putting everything down.
Was I the only person who didn’t get an ipad? I mean, I got a car but that’s a different story all together.
My son’s favourite? – “The left turn signal isn’t syncing up to the beat of the song on the radio.”
Drew and I were texting about the term as I blogged tonight and I could tell that he thought I was getting too serious about the whole thing – he reminded me that “they’re jokes, mom.”
I can appreciate the humor of it all but the term also makes me think about the trivial things that I complain about in a day. In my world, as “cheesey” as it may sound, I am often reminded about having an attitude of gratitude…and I do take that seriously.
I don’t ever want to become glib about all that God has given me in this life.