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I grabbed a carton of my favorite milk. It expired sooner than I wanted.
Good crap, put milk out that I can buy!
I rounded an aisle. Both sides were blocked by shoppers going in alternate directions.
Can you not see the hurry I’m in? I thought, before they could even notice me.
I finally made it past them only to discover my favorite bread was sold out.
What else can freaking go wrong? I thought as I chose a different brand.
An old woman blocked my lane ahead. I rolled my eyes as I swerved around her.
At the book section, the novel I wanted wasn’t yet on paperback like I had thought it would be. I silently cursed.
They didn’t have the duster replacements that I needed. I verbally cursed.
And then, the worst thing of all.
My checker was too happy.
She giggled. “Are you having a good day today?”
You’re so fake. “I guess so, how about you.” I said it in a, please don’t ask me any more questions, tone.
She then wanted to ask me about the book I was buying.
And comment on the rotisserie chicken as she beeped it.
And ask if I had a fun holiday weekend.
And do everything else she could possibly do to annoy the hell out of me.
And then I passed a bum on the corner. I gave him money last week. This week I wanted him to disappear.
And then I hit another red light.
And just as many people were out to get me at the next store.
And just as many at the store after that.
And as I finally pulled into my apartment parking lot, I had to stop behind a moving truck that was awkwardly and temporarily blocking my way while it tried to park.
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, I thought.
You see, the world owed me something. And at this point, I only knew that it did and I had no idea what I even wanted anymore.
And as I sat parked behind the moving truck for what couldn’t have been longer than a minute, the weight of my attitude suddenly slapped me.
After all, it was only 72 hours before that the moving truck was mine, and I was making other tenants wait while we awkwardly and temporarily blocked their way while we tried to park it.
Eventually I got past, pulled into my assigned parking space, and I pulled out my phone. As I checked my chores off of my to-do list, I looked at the clock.
I was still way ahead of schedule, just not as ahead of schedule as I would have been had everything lined up the way I wanted it to and if everyone had done everything the way I needed them to do it.
I felt about as big as a rat and far more disgusting.
The world hadn’t done anything and it certainly didn’t owe me anything. It was spinning at the same speed it always was, and the people who had “gotten in my way” were just going at the pace people go at.
Yet there I was, expecting it to revolve around me.
There I was, letting my inability to control it ruin my entire day. I let it take over my thoughts. I let it drown out all the things that were going right for me.
The world didn’t owe me anything, but it gave me something that I hope I remember for a long time to come…
A reminder to slow the heck down sometimes.
Because, you see, happiness can’t run faster than the world around me.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. Have you ever had days where you felt like the world owed you something or needed to speed up? Have you ever been force-fed a humble pill like I was?
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