Do You Feel Lucky, Punk?

[dvilletribune]

My mother considers this house to be very lucky and feng shui. Our house number is 8-- another very lucky number. As for the feng shui part, certainly there are parts of our house I identify with parts of spirit. For example, when I'm sitting in front of the T.V. I feel like it's being sucked out. But yeah, we're pretty lucky I guess, to live where we do. I'm lucky for having the friends I have and for the privileges I hold. Consider the country we live in. Be thankful we live here, and not Iran, here and not Darfur-- fuck, here and not the U.S. Oh, and the time period we live in too. Be thankful this isn't the Victorian Era, when women had to wear shitty corsets, when the world of fashion was controlled by Big Brother Paterfamilias. Okay, yeah, things could be better; after all, our society is still very heterosexist, and we continue to tokenize people. In some ways, we've become so accepting of other cultures, it's seen as unacceptable to celebrate our own-- for example, the words "Merry Christmas" are considered to be offensive. But nonetheless, things here are pretty nice. Look, we're the fourth country to legalize same-sex marriage. There really isn't much to be afraid about our government, unless there's some plot involving all those registered guns, which I think to be very unlikely.

So I can complain about the shittiness of my life after I've done two things: 1) I've reflected strongly on how lucky I am to live where I do and when I do and 2) I've actually done something to try and make my life less shitty. Sometimes I wonder if people ever do either of those things.