In my circles it is easier to acknowledge Privilege than it ever has been before. We are, on whole, people who have a safety net of one sort or another. Our pride may push back, and it may feel like hell but in the end we are not alone, and we know it. We may be afraid, or broken, or scared, but through friends and family we have people who want (and who can) help keep us whole.
So I’m going to try out another of those power words. Entitlement.
Right now I feel entitled beyond measure and beyond good sense. It toys with my self-soothing mechanism of Buying Things, and it promises me a calm space.
When my dad was waiting for PET scan results to see the extent of his current cancer I left work early because I couldn’t stop crying. A friend of mine asked how I would spend the afternoon and said, “I’m going to go buy an iPad I’ve been waiting on.” She laughed and commented that she had forgotten that is what I did. I did. I do.
My skin is doing that bullshit thing it does when the seasons change. If I wait, it will settle down but if I get a ($70) facial it will settle down faster. I have a job now, I want a facial — and frankly a massage ($80) and my nails ($30) done. I have a job now and I have less silence so of course I still want to tend to myself.
I also have a car that sounds like I’ve never heard of a mechanic and I’m $2,000 into a $5,000 dental bill. I have life that needs some handling right now. Especially for me to make my car goal.
I went to a Cancer Summit hosted by Free to Breathe last weekend, and it was amazing. It was crippling in the amount of NEED the lung cancer community has right now – the research for such a deadly disease is so amazingly underfunded. The stigma and the shame that comes with lung cancer makes me ACHE. In what other cancer is it assumed that you somehow brought it on yourself? In what scenario would you choose to identify with another cancer instead just because you wanted compassion instead of contempt?
I bought an outfit that looks amazing at a five-story Macy’s in Pittsburgh. It was a good sale and the cost wasn’t exorbitant but I got it the night after I got myself a surprise Cabaret ticket. I was exhausted and so very sad.
I will support my friend in her annual drive to raise money for LLS. John Green wants to buy wells in Ethiopia and Bill Gates promised money to match dollar to dollar if they raise $100,000 in 10 days (GO NERDFIGHTARIA GO!!!). In the end I bought an album from a man I met a couple of time 15 years ago because he knows Brian and Brian knew John and John is dead.
On a scale of 1 to 10 I need a new phone at about 4.5. My current phone is 2.5 years old and the home button is starting to get fussy. It will last until I’ve remedied the teeth cost but. BUT. I want it now. It proves I’m ok. It proves everything is going to be ok. There is a new model of my phone out and I’ve never gotten one when they were just released – it would be fun.
Like the clothing.
Like the cabaret.
Like the iPad.
Like the massage.
Like the facial.
Feeling sad is a lot of work, so instead I will buy something sparkly and hope that it helps. I don’t enjoy sitting with sadness so I’ll distract myself with thoughts of what I should get myself or the people that I love.
Or. As I grow older, and approach growing wiser, I will see myself for all the things that I am and I will feel lost and rudderless. I will go to sleep early and try again tomorrow.