They’re called ‘first world problems’ and when you hear them they make you cringe. They are the petty, insignificant events that well-nourished, soundly-housed, comfortably-incomed people complain about. Now, there’s only one thing worse than hearing other people complain about their first world problems, and that is the feeling of shame and self-loathing you feel when you hear yourself lamenting some problem so trivial that you have to be in the top half a dozen percent of the world’s richest people to even have it. I did it the other day.