We went out today, and saw Guardians of the Galaxy.   (It's totally great, by the way, you should see it.  It was my 2nd time and I loved it.)  After I dropped Missy, my sister-in-law, and our friend Rachel off, I went to go look for a parking space.

The place was a mob scene.  I cruised around for like 15 minutes trying to find a space, and fighting traffic to get one.  I saw spots open up, only to watch them get claimed minutes later, before I could negotiate the busy lot to reach them.

It was pretty damn annoying.

After the movie, we went to a supermarket, to get a few things, and it was the same deal.  Navigating inside the store was so annoying.  

I got kind of cranky about it.  Although, I didn't say a word to anyone.

As I mentioned in previous entries, I'm squarely focused on compassion in my meditation and contemplation these days.  That's why, when I realized what a whiny crybaby I was being about all this, I didn't bitch slap myself too hard.

Getting cranky over a problem finding parking at a mall is just... shallow.  There are people who don't have shelter, food, water, proper clothing, or the means to educate themselves.

There's this joking hashtag on twitter, #firstworldproblems about exactly this sort of thing.

I've written tweets in that hashtag.  I've found tweets by others to be funny.

Don't get me wrong - I'm not saying that these sorts of jokes are so offensive that we shouldn't say them.  I'm also not saying that a crowded mall parking lot isn't really annoying.

I'm saying that sometimes, when I pull my head out of my ass, I can see exactly how much privilege I have.

I'm grateful for it.  So much so, that I decided to do something to help others with less privilege than I, and just set up a Kiva loan.  What's that?  Here, look:

AuthorMako Allen