Gary and I volunteered at Indy Pride today, doing a shift at the SGI-USA (a gay-friendly Buddhist organization) booth and also a shift at the Indiana Youth Group (the only state-wide organization focused on supporting LGBTQ youth) booth. We did the last shift there at IYG, so we helped tear down afterwards.
I have some mild face-blindness (Thank you Oliver Sacks for my now having a name for what I thought was just me — Prosopagnosia) so people often will recognize me but I will have to embarrassingly ask “Who are you?”
My spatial-directional sense is frequently crappy, so I often get disoriented, having to repeatedly hunt for the same booth.
I dislike crowds and the nature of this event means a large crowd is a good thing.
And lastly I’m not a very social person (which shouldn’t be taken for anti-social, which is a completely different thing (I hope)).
But nevertheless, I feel compelled to attend the event, work the event, and otherwise show my pride through action. For pride is not something static, but a way of conduct as a whole. As Aristotle put it, it is the “crown of the virtues” and rightly so. The Christian idea of it being a sin wrongly conflates it with arrogance, when really it is better understood as sister to worth.