THINGS HAVE JUST kind of been floating along here lately. Not in bad way at all, no; just so in a way that I am happy.
I’ve been trying to incorporate new things into my life that fortify my current rapture: learning to sew, taking more pictures, consciously spending less + saving more, attempting to be more selfless, reading a little C.S. Lewis each morning before I go to bed, etc. If only I could get my sleep schedule hammered out, we’d really be in business (not looking promising).
I really should learn to love myself more.
I have been keeping a notebook with me everywhere I go, taking random notes of my observances. I have noticed most recently since I started this trend that I tend to tune out my entire world and tune into others’. Not in an eavesdropping sort of way, but more of an innocent, absorbing way. There really isn’t any way to describe it without seeming like a creep, so I will leave it at that.
The observances that stand out most clearly in my mind are those encounters I have with parents and young children. Never are these pleasant occurrences; in fact, they are often borderline verbally abusive. I was a child once, and never do I recall my parents threatening to “take me to the garage.” Upon hearing this, the child in question asked what happens in the garage, to which the father countered, “I took you there before, remember? You didn’t like it.”
Another mother today, clearly annoyed with her children told them to “Shutup, I don’t want to hear what you’re saying.” These kids were just hanging out with her in the shampoo aisle at Target! A short while later, her phone rang and she told the caller, “I’m out shopping for the kids’ STUPID SCHOOL SUPPLIES.”
Excuse me, what?
I have never been a parent, obviously. I have no idea what the joys and terrors of parenting provide. It just concerns me a tad that parents these days are taking their children to the garage, and shopping for “stupid school supplies.”
Working in a restaurant, you see a lot of these things. Then again, I can’t go out in public without noticing these things. Why do people have their kids with them at Wal-Mart at 2 in the morning? Why am I hearing mothers tell their children, “Do I have ‘sucker’ written across my forehead in a great, big neon light?” when they ask her a question?
What? Why?
Perhaps in future years I will better understand?
End rant.
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