Are you an asshole too?

It is only when you come home from a third world country, that you can truly see how #soblessed we are. Like, you can brush your teeth using tap water without fear of getting some horrendous stomach bug that might see you lose your life. Spending time in rural, remote Cambodian villages last week, I could not help but wonder why and how did I even get the chance to be born? Let alone be born in a country with such social benefits like ours is.

So I thought a little bit about chance and probability. And I thought about just how lucky I am to be here, and how lucky you are to be born too.

Did you know that the chance of being born is one in 400 Trillion? It is like the luckiest lotto in the world that we have won. Also, to break it down even further, there is more than 200 million sperm in each ejaculation. When you look at these numbers, its a fucking miracle that you are even here. Reading my blog. Right now, that is what you are doing. Wow!

Perhaps I have had too much time cruising up the Mekong River to ponder such things, but it has made me realise that the simple things in life are often the best.

I woke up this morning, a miracle in itself. Many people don’t get that simple pleasure. My kids and dog and cat all came into bed with me, as I listened to Mr. Woog whizz off to work on his motorbike. We had some supreme snuggle time, before I pulled out my Chuy China and made the first of three coffees I required to get though the breakfast, lunch making, school run routine. I received a text from my cleaner, apologising for the sub-par job that she did yesterday morning. after I texted her first to complain.

I am a complete asshole.

I am a lucky asshole.

I have hot water coming from the taps. I have a health care system that works for us. The government, who mostly I loathe, pays for my kids hearing aids and batteries. I can afford for my kids to pursue their love of dancing, tennis and rugby. And yet some days I look at my face in the magnifying mirror and consider getting botox in my forehead. My hair is peppered with silver highlights and when it really starts to annoy me, I whack a box of colour through it.

Mr Woog and I argue, mainly about money. We worry about how the hell our kids are ever going to get ahead in life. The simple cost of living is getting quite ridiculous. You pay one dollar for an apple, which you put in your kids lunchbox, which comes back every afternoon uneaten. It irritates me.

But I send them off to school, drink my coffee, look at my wrinkles and turn on my computer. I take a brain dump on this blog, while listening to ABC Radio. People call in to complain about the most outrageous stuff. When Wendy has finished her show, I turn over to Chris Smith, whose readers are extremely whiney. Sometimes I feel life reaching into the radio and dish out a good face slap. But mind you, I felt like giving myself a face slap after I got overly irritated because my Woolworths delivery came without my bagels this morning.

I am a complete asshole.

I am a lucky asshole.

Are you an asshole too?

How often do you check your privilege?