{"id":10958,"date":"2015-12-13T12:32:35","date_gmt":"2015-12-13T20:32:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=10958"},"modified":"2015-12-13T12:32:35","modified_gmt":"2015-12-13T20:32:35","slug":"first-world-problems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/first-world-problems\/","title":{"rendered":"First World Problems"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/p>\n Let me start by telling you how mad I am that I can’t have a pair of limited edition Converse sneakers with little lions on them.<\/p>\n I wish I’d never seen these fucking shoes but unfortunately for me, I subscribe to a couple of fashion sites for cutting edge men’s street-wear. If you recall, I am a gay man in a woman’s body.<\/p>\n A few months ago, one of these sites showed me an overpriced Japanese jacket meant to look like a souvenir jacket from Korea or Vietnam, the kind with embroidered tigers and maps on them. When the jacket sold out, I was mad that I’d passed it up.<\/p>\n So the Converse shoes reminded me of the jacket and even better, they were affordable. But they were sold out everywhere by the time I clicked on the email. The more unattainable they are, the more they promise the key to perfect happiness.<\/p>\n But just a few days earlier, I was horrified to learn that the Rihanna Puma Creepers<\/a> I already have in black were released in pink. How could this happen without me being notified?? I found out from a girl in the mall who was showing me some cheap make-up, and she must have been amazed that a 62 year old woman wanted those fucking shoes as much as she did, if not more. We bonded in our sense of thwarted desire.<\/p>\n After a tense search of the entire internet, I found a pair on eBay. Problem solved.<\/p>\n But not really. Not at all.<\/p>\n This obsession and longing for material goods is the foundation of our economy but it serves a deeper purpose, for me, anyway.<\/p>\n It’s the ultimate First World Problem, in that it masks other First World Problems that I simply can’t handle.<\/p>\n Those problems are grief and loss. They are persistent like a toothache. I can’t bear the reality of them, and when I can’t distract myself with more superficial problems, I have to take myself to bed. When I take myself to bed, I know I would give anything to not wake up, but just blotting out a few hours usually gets me through the worst of it.<\/p>\n Last year, I became Facebook friends with a guru from Tibet. I liked his wisdom and his sense of humor. So I asked him how to cope with grief. When I told him that I’d lost a son, he replied that mortality was high in Tibet; families are used to losing children.<\/p>\n I felt he was chastising me but perhaps he was merely being factual.<\/p>\n Why was I making a big deal over my loss? Families in Tibet lose a child but still have to worry about typhoons and lack of plumbing and hunger and disease. They expect life to be hard and it is.<\/p>\n The guru directed me to a philosophy than might help to redirect me but like everything else I have tried, it was a hurdle beyond my capacity. Mindfulness, Dialectic Behavior Therapy, Tonglen<\/a>, support groups, grief studies, Radical Acceptance, nothing matches the force of this unspeakable grief and loss.<\/p>\n I have spent most of my life saving baby teeth, book reports, handmade crafts, mother’s day cards, school photos, birthday party photos, baseball cards, rock collections, and I have lovingly organized them or displayed them.<\/p>\n I have boxes of Christmas ornaments, many hand made by my sons, but no sons to hang them on a tree or to open presents with.<\/p>\n Christmas will pass, so the sense of deprivation will be less acute but it will take a lot of limited edition sneakers to pull me away from the fucking abyss.<\/p>\n In Chennai<\/a>, India, there is historic flooding, the worst in 100 years. Three million people are without basic services and 269 people have died in this epic disaster. I can’t imagine how desperate these people must feel because I only know First World Problems.<\/p>\n Feeling ambivalent about living is a First World Problem, and I guess I’ll have to wrestle with it in my White Privileged manner, wearing my pink Pumas if they ever show up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Let me start by telling you how mad I am that I can’t have a pair of limited edition Converse sneakers with little lions on them. I wish I’d never seen these fucking shoes but unfortunately for me, I subscribe … Continue reading