First World Problems.

It’s been a long time since we played First World Problems. If you’re new to this semi-regular post, it first started when I got into my car one cold winter’s day and was bitching inside my head about how cold my steering wheel was.

As I pulled my sleeves down over my hands to protect my poor delicate hands from the trauma of my freezing steering wheel, I naturally realised how bloody ridiculous it was even to register such a grievance. Even in my own head.

But still you do, right?

When I wrote about that, and what a pampered, precious, First World Problem it was, the response was overwhelming as everyone got into the spirit of articulating some of the ridiculous things we bitch and moan about and how lucky we are to even HAVE such problems.

So the other day I had to sign a big pile of books for a corporate function I was doing. And my hand really hurt. And I may possibly have said this out loud. Possibly more than once. And then I smacked myself in the face and told myself to shut the f*ck up.

So that’s my first world problem.
Come on…what’s yours?