How do you tell?

Homeless in Bangkok, now there's stress

Am I the only one who...?

I get the feeling that no matter how one finishes that sentence, the answer is an emphatic “no.” I doubt there are any problems humans have that are unique to themselves. And there are probably a few dozen blogs about each issue too.

Wordpress: flailing therapy for all. (Trademark. Call me if you want to buy the rights, wordpress, I'm a reasonable man.)

Malaysian rickshaw driver: more difficult life, better sleep

So I bet I'm not the only one who has trouble figuring out why they're stressed. Am I? Life is stress, I realize that (quit your whining, boy!), but even though I can think of a few decent reasons why, I am still surprised at waking up every morning with sore teeth and an exhausted jaw.

This morning I got up and was feeding our porch cat when I found a little sand grain of chipped tooth rattling around my molar's neighborhood. That can't be good.

Jerusalem cat wants to know what your deal is

And things are going well, damnit! What inner part of me can't see that?

I just read an account of slavery in Mauritania. Sweet Jeebus. And even my own memories of lifein Zambia (and researching the riots that broke out a few months after we left where three men were burned alive) remind me of how insanely lucky I am. So why the tension?

How do you tell what's bothering you?