The events of last week left me feeling flatter than usual. So when Friday night finally arrived, all I could do was make myself comfortably numb, close my screens and set myself up on the lounge to reflect.
Life, aside from the predictability of the routine, is OK.
Nothing bad has happened to me?
Last week, I had the opportunity to see life from the perspective of someone less fortunate.
And I’ll tell you bluntly, what I saw was fucked.
The incident was on my mind all week.
I still think about it now.
When I find myself complaining, I remember.
When I think about my kids, I remember.
When I noticed too many lights on in my home tonight, I remembered…
And I got up and switched them off.
Because some people rub sticks together to get their light.
Because some people don’t have a magical white switch to flick.
Because some people don’t live in homes, with lights that they can leave on.
I was angry with myself last Friday.
First World Fuckwit’s Syndrome.
But sometimes it’s good to be angry.
Anger puts a fire in my belly. It makes me want to do something.
Do you get FWFS? What puts the fire in your belly?
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