First World Problems

The people in the photo below strike me as the human equivalent of Raisin Bran. I see a lot of hair poof but no flavor. And in an effort to not become these people, I submit that we all stop whining about our first world problems. (I bet the photo people get mad when the milk expires or Jeopardy isn't on at its regularly scheduled time. Let's not be these people. It's a slippery slope...) I'm just as guilty as anyone of kvetching about things that don't matter. I love me a good kvetch. Makes ya feel all vindicated and requires minimal effort! After the jump, a list of First World Problems, Georgetown Style:

1. Nasty winter weather

Which we all promptly escape by going inside.

2. Crappy housing

Which makes us want to go back outside again. I know the landlords are awful and facilities never fixes things and there are mice in the walls. But nobody is threatening the security of your home (unless you live in Harbin). It will be okay.

3. Hipsters.

The fashion doesn't bother me, but the smoke cloud that follows them everywhere really does. I'm pretty sure the guy sitting across from me in Lau earlier was Hipster Pigpen; he sat down and my lungs started crying.

4. A certain midwestern Governor is trying to change the rules so people can leave your union and then you'll be all alone and unable to bully the government anymore. But people won't be free if we give them freedom to leave a union!

Your protests are ridiculous. But your drum circles in the capitol building look like fun. Let's go with more music, less entitlement. Good talk.

5. He/she isn't texting me back!

You are too good for him/her. Go eat some nutella/play some FIFA, and the world will keep turning. Note: Many Hoyas would add here that the world will turn even faster if you drink. While I do not use this method and cannot recommend it, it is in wide use on college campuses. Especially by the people who ALWAYS manage to be outside my door at 3am. (It's okay, I'm not mad, you're hilarious! Whoever you are...)

6. I don't understand my econ class.

Me neither. Which is why I have to end this post here and go to Ifinance. Peace!