...at the top of the cable car on the way home. The wind was gusting all about me and it was fairly cold. I looked at a partial rainbow up in the darkening clouds and thought about my substantial amounts of privilege.
Fact is, I was getting a leetle bit shirty about the fact that I won't be able to have any kind of birthday event next weekend, due to the C4C Challenge Weekend coming up. We're spending Friday night at a Marae then Saturday we have the scavenger hunt and other assorted activities. Weekend after that is of course the Hamilton trip of doom.
But then my second thoughts were all 'dude!' I'm with an amazing girlfriend, my friend group is brilliant and my job pays well and is really enjoyable. I'm not oppressed or persecuted for believing the wrong things, being the wrong colour or wanting to reassign my sex. My brain meats and body both work within acceptable parameters. I live in a comparatively liberal, affluent and peaceful country. Being able to take part in the C4C program and getting to spend my birthday helping someone else is a huge privilege.
So I pulled my head out of my own ass and walked the rest of the way home feeling better about things. I'll probably organise some kind of Extremely Late Birthday Dinner later on when things quieten down somewhat.
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