Three: First World Problems

By definition, a running "joke" in which people complain about lacking something in their cushy, spoiled lives.

For example,
"I want to change the TV station, but the remote is way over there!!" :c
"I have too many chips for my dip, but if I open another dip, I'll have too much dip for my chips." :c
"I can't see what we have in the refrigerator because all the food is blocking the light." :c

I'd like to go on record and say that my younger brother might be the most dedicated First World Problems generator, and he doesn't even know it.
"If I don't have my bed covers, I'll freeze to death!" :c
"Why do we have to drive so far to get to the beach?" :c

Then again, I'm kind of the same way I suppose. I guess we all are in some ways.
"Wait, you're telling me I have to go all the way downstairs to bring that pencil back up here?" :c
"Why do I have to waste 10 minutes sitting in the car to get from here to school?" :c
"I'm bored." :c

Philippians 2:14-15: "Do all things without grumbling or disputing; so that you will prove yourselves to be blameless and innocent, children of God above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights in the world."
Lessons learned.

Also, speaking of a specific "first world problem", I have this thing about getting dressed up. Looks like I'll be in a suit and tie twice in the next week. What a pain.
And yet.
And yet, there is something extremely pleasurable about walking around all dressed up. I guess my problem isn't with the getup itself, but with the thought of it before hand and the act of putting everything on. Once you've gotten your tie and your hair right and all those final bits, it's all good.
Very good in fact.

My experience will probably be tainted by the fact that I'm making professional-grade presentations on both occasions (Wednesday and Saturday), but we'll see how that goes.

Public speaking. Phft. That's something I'll write about. Eventually.