excuse me, young lady, your privilege is showing

my intention was to take the bus.

i remember my alarm going off at 555 this morning. i also remember going back to sleep. i do not remember turning off the alarm.

therefore i woke up, by chance from a disturbing dream about suddenly only speaking portuguese and not being able to speak english no matter how hard i tried–(yes, it was really frustrating)–at 715. crap.

out the door in a record 15 minutes i had to drive my car as park in longterm parking at the airport. which is much more expensive than the bus.

can you see my privilege? i can see it and feel it.

assuaging my guilt of privilege by taking the bus was thwarted. and i had to feel it anyway.

happy monday.


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