Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We decided to take a drive this afternoon, and I have the carsickness to prove it. My husband had an idea of getting to this river and following it, but when we found it chemical plants and power stations and other lethal looking structures marred the shoreline and were gated and locked, so we were left thinking they'd picked the river to dump pollutants in more easily. The town was depressing and we meandered trough another depressing town until we turned around and I showed him a sweet town of 30,000 that had a charming courthouse and lots of antique stores and shops and cafes. We did not get out, because this is so not the time for exposing oneself, and we'd already taken an hour walk right before lunch. What depressed me about the adventure was how far out people have to live to be able to afford housing, and what dreary, tract house buildings they are forced to inhabit. I felt guilty about my fortunate circumstances, and imagined my new cleaning lady having a long commute and living in a soulless abode with no greenery around. Life is unjust, and I hate to feel as priviledged as I am. I can only enjoy my house because I bought it thirty years ago, at a price that wouldn't buy anything today. I am old and therefore I benefit from not having moved in over three decades. I guess I'll go back to walking with frriends around my neighborhood, and not exploring the darker recesses of capitalism.