First World Problems.
I hate that phrase. It just pisses me off. What is second world? I know what third world is. I am aware of all of the shit in this fucking world. I am a worrier. I ruminate, I dwell, I worry. I feel fucking guilty all the time. I have so much guilt that it throws me into the realm of psychosis and deep, dark, morbid depression.
But, you know what? I am trying to change that. I am trying to be more positive. I am looking at the utterers of this phrase and I am like "well, what the fuck are you doing to help with these third world, problems"? Nothing. Not a fucking thing. I understand that it is all perspective. Truth, Life, Everything is perspective.
Yes, there are bigger problems in the world. But, you know what? There is nothing I can/need/want to do about them. I have one life. This Life. I am just human having my own human experience. My problems are real. They are my challenges to face. And they bug me. I have perspective. I have seen rock bottom a few times now. I have faced addiction, near death, and fucking childbirth.
Just because I chose to share my problems with the world looking for possible solutions, answers, perspective that I have not seen before does not mean I don't care. I just do-too deeply and I have to let that go to make my human experience a more positive one. I am tired of carrying the worlds misery on my shoulders. I need to face and change my own.
And why the fuck can I not spell awnser or expirience? Since second grade this has been a problem for my tired brain. I need a nap.
End Rant.
(This does not apply to anyone who has actually traveled to a third world and did what they could to help).
-Adree Does Eat
