I think privilege and the selfish perspective of those who have always lived with it can be summed up with a conversation that happened once at a family dinner years ago at my parents' house.
My dad made a comment like "I hate taking out the trash because I have to go around to so many rooms, and carry it up and down the steps and everything!" and I laughed and replied like "Wow it sure must be awful to have such a big nice house and have so many things and accumulate so much waste that you have to carry your trash downstairs and go into all your rooms to get it!" and my dad actually got the joke and laughed and was like "haha yeah, rich people problems huh?" and my mom literally sat there blinking and said "I don't get it? It actually is a huge pain to take out the trash. I hate doing it. I'm so glad he does it for me. There are too many rooms, and it's so annoying to carry it down the stairs." I tried explaining like, this is only a ~problem~ because you are so fortunate, and you have so much stuff, and a big nice house, so it isn't really a problem, or any kind of hard work compared to most people's lives...and she literally couldn't grasp the concept that it wasn't an actual huge burden. She got annoyed that I was "belittling her struggles." So, (as I always have to with my mother) I gave up.
I think about that conversation a lot because it really illustrates the two kinds of people: my dad, who is privileged and wealthy and etc, but (at least much of the time) he appreciates it, and understands that others have greater struggles than he does, and then my mom, who has always been privileged, given an easy life, and literally cannot grasp the concept that she is lucky and blessed and that her "struggles" pale in comparison to those less fortunate.
Just a thing that might be relevant because of current events or whatever