In my shallow mind filled with first world problems

I cannot understand why I like expensive things. It drives me crazy.

I always tell my husband that I thank God that he's not into motorbikes (doesn't matter cheap or expensive) because we might have had problems going out on dates. Perspiration and smell.

I cannot understand why politicians cannot look supermodel good. We're stuck here having to look at them everywhere but they are not the slightest bit appealing to look at. It pains me so much.