- There is a polio outbreak in Somalia.
- There are comparisons being drawn between the conflict in Syria and the genocide in Rwanda.
- George Zimmerman got off scott free for killing an unarmed black teenager.
- Stacey Rose is struggling to find gainful employment, has a mere $70 in her bank account and only one more paycheck from her last job coming.
Guess which one of these headlines is keeping me up at night? As self-centered as it is I often have my head shoved securely up my own ass that I’m unaware the world has bigger problems than mine. Hell, people in my life have bigger problems than mine. At times I feel incredibly guilty about my tendency toward self-centeredness until I remember:
- I’m human.
- I’m not ALWAYS self-centered and actually have times when I am incredibly generous.
- The world doesn’t need me to help it rotate more than it needs me to participate.
When the stench and hot of being lodged into myself gets to be too much I am often rescued by an opportunity to volunteer or be of service to someone else. For the time I’m listening to someone, helping them with a task or otherwise engaging a situation that’s not my own, I feel better. My finger is off the panic button and I feel like a member of the broader human race.
When those other times return, I try to be conscious of when they arrived. I do what I need to ride them out, the most import part is knowing that despite whatever else is going on in the world the things that are going on in my life are important too. Does the world need give a shit because I have to have a varicella titer done and paid for out of my own pocket? Probably not. Do I need to? Yes, because caring for my own well being ensures that I’m contributing my very best to the world around me. What I can’t do is stay stuck or react in ways that will move my situation from bad to worse. I must acknowledge the fear (or whatever else I’m feeling) jump into the solution if there’s an immediate one, and accept the situation in it’s entirety. Being a self-serving dick head works in small spurts, no guilty trip required. That’s just the way I feel.