Privilege and Imposition


Recently, I Tweeted:

Everything I have experienced as a privilege could have been experienced as an imposition.

Everything I have experienced as an imposition could have been experienced as a privilege.

Some people asked for more on that, so here it is.

I was Ranger team lead last year at Alchemy, which meant that I got to spend Saturday night interacting with intoxicated, un-ticketed attendees and police officers responding to noise complaints. This was somewhat less fun than the things my friends were doing. Now, a lot of people might view that as an imposition, as in, “I can’t believe I have to spend my burn night dealing with these drunk assholes instead of having a good time with my friends!” But as annoying as the experience was while I was having it, I seldom, if ever, wavered from seeing my role as a privilege. I don’t have to deal with drunk assholes and cops all night; I get to be the one who deals with those people so that everyone else in my community doesn’t have to.

It is a privilege to be the one who cares for my garden. How much would I miss out on if someone else were doing all that weeding and digging and watering?

It is a privilege to be the the one who does boring-ass spreadsheets for my company. There are a lot of unemployed people who would jump at the chance!

I guess what this idea boils down to is don’t take things for granted. If something seems like an imposition, then either I don’t want it or I want it but I’m taking it for granted.

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  1. #1 by Trevor at April 20th, 2010

    Well, I know exactly who to thank, then, for taking care of those underage kids on that (I think?) Saturday evening. Thank you! We were all having such a good time at Camp Science! and all it took was one kid with too much booze in his system to really kill the vibes. I’m glad you guys were able to both get him the hell out as well as make sure that he got home safely.

  2. #2 by Joshua Bardwell at April 20th, 2010

    Trevor :

    Well, I know exactly who to thank, then, for taking care of those underage kids on that (I think?) Saturday evening.

    His mom came and got him and his two brothers. It was about 4 AM before he actually gave up his phone number, though…

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