Am currently deriving much laughter from this: http://www.quickmeme.com/First-World-Problems/

I say this ironically, of course, because the lion's share of things I (as well as my contemporaries) worry about fall reasonably neatly into this bucket - and my blog probably wouldn't exist without whingeing about such items as as:
- OMFG - run in brand new pantihose! Have to chuck them out!
- Going to Canada and Cuba on same holiday! Have to pack for summer and winter! (BJ)
- Tired after sitting on my arse all day! But now have to go to personal trainer!
- Have gin! BUT NO TONIC OR LIME!
- Six weeks' off work coming up! I won't be able to buy new clothes and may have to curb New York shopping budget!

Of course, I will defend myself. I'm not really that shallow, although I do think we get caught up in our first world problems. Not all of the things I fret about are necessarily first world problems (wanting to find a life partner, valid. Being upset that people who shouldn't be dead are dead, equally valid, hometown flattened by fucking fucking earthquake, very valid) but it does help in putting things in perspective. Occasionally.

The friend I have had for the longest is Em, who is two months older to the day than myself. We are still close friends but our lives have taken very different trajectories. Example:

 

• Em's biggest problem in last 24 hours was catching her 4 year old son weeing into the heating grate in the living room, because he was a fireman and 'was putting out the fire with my hose, Mummy'.
• My biggest problem to happen in the last 24 hours? Falling over in my platforms infront of incoming Queens Pde traffic / group of friends whilst pissed (day of Yarra valley'ing) and smoking a cigarette, ending up with skinned knee.

I will keep enjoying my heating grate I think. For the time being.