Maybe it’s just me, but I think people seem to get off on being miserable…..like it’s such a bad thing to be happy or something.
Whether it’s seeing someone push past someone else because they’re in a hurry, you see someone gunning the accelerator, jockeying for position and trying to get ahead of everyone else, or waiting in line at the supermarket and seeing some poofball yell things that would make a sailor blush at some poor cashier behind the counter.
Do we LIKE being this way? Is there some sort of emotional thrill that comes from being angry?
This presents a unique challenge for me, and something I rather relish on doing. If I meet up with someone at an intersection at a store, I just let them go ahead. If I’m ordering food at a fast food place, and they mess it up, I politely ask them to re-make it for me and wait patiently. It seems that any time you show kindness to someone else, they act like it’s something they have never seen before – you have truly grown three heads and breathe fire because they have this “deer in the headlights” look. Their brains just seized up and they don’t know how to respond to this stimulus that is so foreign to them.
Are we really in such a hurry to get somewhere that taking a little extra time is going to kill you? Is the entropy of the universe gnawing at your backside if you don’t go as fast as possible and trample over everyone in your way? Is it so bad to just say a kind word to someone?
Okay…..I’m going back in my 80’s time machine now. *poof*