Thinking About It
12-19-2010
I’ve been thinking about this life.
It feels as though I’m stagnant.
Though life continues on around me,
I feel alone,
stuck in this holding position,
Until something happens.
Am I a conduit,
For the chaos that swirls around me?
Or, a conduit,
For the life that swirls around it?
I try to be the nicest person I can be,
Some see me wrestling with that,
With the chaos inside me.
Some would call it personal demons,
Some would call it drama,
Some would call it regrets.
I call it,
Self.
I’m just me.
Not above reproach,
Not above mistakes,
Not above regret,
Nor Forgiveness.
I’m ready for it to happen,
It will happen soon,
I can feel it.
Yea,
I’ve been thinking about this life,
I’ve been thinking about it.
*****
So, I was at the post office the other day, and being the person I am, found an opportunity to both make someone smile and have some fun.
The clerk called me up to his freshly opened station, with a pile of pink blank address labels on the side of the counter.
He shoots a glance at them, then asks his co-worker next to him, "What are these?" (someone had obviously put them there and he was wondering why)
The co-worker says, "I don't know."
The clerk looked at me, and I pointed at them and said, "Those are pink address labels.", and then chuckled.
The co-worker started laughing and the guy shot poison at both of us, then looked back at me and said snidely, "Thanks."
I continued to chuckle, and we finished the transaction.
Now, I understand that I made the guy feel dumb. But, when presented with an opportunity to help someone laugh, I try not to lose it. Perhaps next time, that clerk will think about what he's asking, instead of giving me an opportunity. (HAHAHAHAHA!)
*****
Thought for the day:
-- Okakura Kakuzo
