How do you tell?

Homeless in Bangkok, now that's stressful.

Homeless in Bangkok, now that’s stressful.

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.)

Malaysian rickshaw driver: more difficult life than mine, better sleep.

Malaysian rickshaw driver: more difficult life than mine, better sleep.

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?

Jerusalem cat wants to listen to your problems.

Jerusalem cat wants to listen to your problems.

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?