Of all the things in the world to fret about...
A few years ago, when I was in physical therapy and was emotionally funked out, I heard a guy say on a New Year's Eve special that his resolution was to stop watching so many reality shows. My immediate reaction was something like, "Oh, sure, rub in how totally together your life is." Also, "I wouldn't trade my circumstances for yours for any amount of money."
That's very much how I'm feeling about the Starbucks-cup brouhaha. Whose life is so privileged, and yet simultaneously bereft, that they are bothered by a secular corporation decorating its cups merely with Christmas colors instead of the flashy pagan symbols that make the holiday distinctly Christian?
Who feels their most personal beliefs are violated when those beliefs aren't overrepresented on a paper drinking vessel whose useful life can be measured in minutes before it's destined for the nearest landfill?
And where can I power up to that perch? Because that sounds awesome. Here I am losing sleep over so many of life's big questions, when I could be losing sleep over things that would be trivial even if they were justified, let alone when wrapped in three layers of ridiculousness.
Then again, in that situation, I'd also be incensed right now, and stupid. So I guess I'll stick to being me. Heavy-hearted, red-cup-tolerant me.