How do you tell?
Am I the only one who…?
I get the feeling that no matter how one finishes that sentence, the answer is an emphatic “no.” I doubt there are any problems humans have that are unique to themselves. And there are probably a few dozen blogs about each issue too.
WordPress: flailing therapy for all. (Trademark. Call me if you want to buy the rights, wordpress, I’m a reasonable man.)
So I bet I’m not the only one who has trouble figuring out why they’re stressed. Am I? Life is stress, I realize that (quit your whining, boy!), but even though I can think of a few decent reasons why, I am still surprised at waking up every morning with sore teeth and an exhausted jaw.
This morning I got up and was feeding our porch cat when I found a little sand grain of chipped tooth rattling around my molar’s neighborhood. That can’t be good.
And things are going well, damnit! What inner part of me can’t see that?
I just read an account of modern day slavery in Mauritania. Sweet Jeebus. And even my own memories of life in Zambia (and researching the riots that broke out a few months after we left where frustrated residents living in poverty burned three men alive) remind me of how insanely lucky I am. So why the tension? First World problems, man.
How do you tell what’s bothering you?