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Comfort in Change
It used to be that reading this little written scream would’ve sent me into a verifiable rage of my own. Especially with phrases like “Register Closed” and “Can I put you on hold?” as prime targets. But here I am sitting comfortably, blood pressure unchanged, so wtf?
Well, I am going through the paragraphs quickly to make sure the words don’t send me off and away with emotions I don’t like anymore — but still, I’m pretty okay reading this stuff without the proverbial cartoon head explosion charted by a giant, shattering thermometer.
It’s a relief that most of these things no longer instill the rage evident in Fish’s words, and such a big deal for me to be calm enough now to manuever around the little annoyances* that are still killing him. I’m just surprised to find how comforting it is to have changed.
Now I just need to get better at walking around my own city, where at least three people every day still cause my heart to race like a thousand pound whale with legs, and my mouth to utter “asshole” seemingly without my input.
*Yes, there are some things that need changing — like the ones that imply that all of humanity is stoo-pid; condescension of all kinds needs rooting out. But on net, how much does it hurt to let the waves of false politeness roll over you and away? Not much, I think.