A Cold Evening

So, last Sunday I was losing it and decided to take a walk by the Mississippi River. I got my sweater on, put on my sneakers and of course got my iPod on.

As I was walking by the river, almost half way done with my walk, I decided to sit down and just be there. It was a few somber and tranquil minutes of just sitting by the river, listening to my romantic and cynical iPod shuffle, thinking, reflecting, and watching life go by in the city. Then I realized I had been there for a few minutes and I was getting cold. It was getting chilly out there. And it was getting dark too. I decided I would go back to my room and maybe eat something.

As I was getting up, I started to think about what I had just thought: will just go back to my room and maybe eat something. I know there are many things that I cannot control in my life and that sometimes that sucks, but on Sunday, that evening, I had somewhere to go. And cash to go to Hardtimes and get what I always get when I go there.

Was it guilt I was feeling because of the privileges I have? Was it pity because others don't have what I currently have? To be honest, I have no idea what it was. For sure I know that I was recognizing those privileges I enjoy today, such as having somewhere to go and where to eat without thinking twice. I was also thinking about what it would feel not having anywhere to go, anywhere to eat, no one to go to for assistance. And in reality I have no idea how that feels. I have always had these privileges at least.

I need to work on understanding my privileges, using them for the common good, and not being scared to talk about them. I need to do more than this I know.

What a weekend!

So, I've been sick for a few days now--it sucks for sure. But the kool thing has been to have a really cool roommate (who might be sick now too--no!) who takes care of you :)

I haven't really been able to do anything because of my illness--the joke had been that for once in MN we had a real Mexican with H1N1, but I did't have it. No joke then--just me with a bad cold. But Samalama even made soup.

We'll see how he feels in the next few days--going to try to learn to cook something, so I can make it for him...but hoping he doesn't really get that sick.