Or, How I Hate When People Complain About Stupid Things.
I often say to any one that wants to hear, that Canadians complain way too much. Too my third-world-raised mind, it is annoying and unbelievable selfish to say the least. However, I am not the only one to think so. It is a well known joke that the Canadian National past time is to complain. And to be offended. Complaining and being offended go hand in hand.
Two things identify Canadian people. They complain all day long and they say I”m sorry even if it was your fault. You step on their toes? They say, oh, I’m sorry. For more on this watch 12 Ways to Say I’m Sorry and then read How To Be Canadian by Ian & Will Ferguson. Excellent book. I promise you’ll be peeing your pants laughing from front to back. It is that good.
But! The lady doth protest too much, methinks. And by “the lady” I mean the whole so-called first world.
To be fair, I’ll say that in a way, complaining is a good thing. High life standards is something we should all aim for. High life standards should be the status quo. But for everybody. Not just for the first world countries.
Problem is, one you get all the nice things, you start complaining about stupid things. Why? because people that have been born into a world where all the basic needs are covered, they take them for granted and they feel entitled.
Take a person/family from the so called third world and transplant them to a first world country. Given them a minimum wage job, universal health care, enough food to feel their bellies and a nice enough place to live and they’ll be forever grateful. They will feel immensely rich and immensely lucky . They will even manage to save money to send to the rest of the family that id still in their home land.
Give a person born in that very country the exact same things, and they’ll feel like third class citizens. They will complain that their place is to small, or too ugly, that their job sucks, that the health care sucks (because they had to wait 7 hours at the ER that one day they got drunk and fell while walking home) and they’ll spend much of their waking hours dreaming of winning the lottery and escaping to an island in the Caribbean where all they’ll do is sip mojitos all day and lay in the sun.
It’s funny, most people here think of the Tropics as Eden. But the tropics -most often than not, mean third wold. Where the water is unsafe to drink. Where the government is corrupt. Where there is a lot of crime. Where people are starving to death. Not the proverbial first world starving. They are “literally” (a favourite first world word) dying of it. Where the heat brings malaria, and hemorrhagic dengue, and yellow fever. Chagas and parasitic infections. Where there is no health coverage but there is lots of illiteracy.
So you know what I say, let them.
In fact, I am also saying, for all who care to listen, that every single first world person should be made to spend ONE year, just one year, of their lives in a third world country living with in the exact same conditions as the poorer of the poor. Somewhere in a remote village where there is not doctors, no tv, no internet, no cell phones, no electricity and no potable water.
Let’s see how they fare.
And then, after the year, they can come back to their nice first world places, their nice boring jobs, their access to good health care (even if they have to pay for it), their safe cities with low crime (when compared to that of third world countries) and still complain about how their lives suck.
And now, just for gags, do a search for #firstworldproblems and/or #FML and see all the ridiculous things first world people complain about.
Me, I have no job. I have no car. I have very little to no disposable income and I consider myself one of the luckiest gals in the whole world!
IT ALL ABOUT PERSPECTIVE, PEOPLE