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.