I’m not all that fond of the world. It’s populated largely by people who would rather be dead than wrong, who see being persuaded to see the other side of an issue as a sign of weakness. This, however, seems to be the tip of the iceberg. People who move obliviously through public spaces, as if their business was the only thing that bore any importance, just make me want to scream “PAY ATTENTION!”.
The only thing that gives me a shred of hope is the nearly unlimited opportunity to try to turn it around.
There are times when I feel really lousy. My strategy for dealing with this is to go out and find a chance to show some kindness. It’s usually something small like taking someone’s grocery cart back in the store when they are parked way back in the parking lot. If it brings a smile to their face, mission accomplished. I try to make it the thing I stand for and my challenge to my fellow humans.
Last Sunday I fell short, really short. I didn’t want to go to the store but I had to. It was crowded and annoying but I made it out OK. Then an old lady in a Crown Victoria had the whole aisle blocked and that helped. Two hipsters stepping out from between cars on the way home got me swearing pretty well and then the guy with his Yorkshire terriers in the middle of my street just blew my mind. Things got loud and he turned to look at me like I was from another planet.
I drove the rest of the way home, thinking hard. Who the Hell did that? It couldn’t have been me, I’m the nicest guy around. Is there forgiveness for this, for me? Or, for that matter, is there forgiveness from me.
More as I work this out…