This will be short, I promise.
Yesterday, one of life's minor, yet truly frustrating things happened. A simple comment. One line, telling me to be aware of something. I nodded, politely, then went back to what I was doing. So why the frustration? Why the anger? Why the dopey blog?
There are few things in this world that grate on me more than when a person, oblivious to all that is around them, finally takes notice and decides to give you a few words of wisdom about something you're keenly aware of 24/7/365. The comment, while good in nature, I assume, shows that the person making it is painfully unaware, not only of her own surroundings, but about who I am as a person. The smile, or smirk, and the feeling of accomplishment and false sincerity, was only made more annoying by the fact that the comment was made, not only after I detailed my awareness, but after she ignored a very obvious fact. It was further made fruitless, in the fact she was too lazy to walk down the stairs to tell two other people, who were probably completely unaware of the very thing I attested to already knowing. It's comments like these which go to show, even when feigning concern, the person's true selfish nature shines through.
The turtles, have been on my radar for weeks, and have been a concern every time I step foot in my car or when others pull in and out in theirs. Weeks later, a single comment of concern, ignoring all that goes on, without care, does not an altruist make. This followed by my eating vegetables and her eating meat, solidified my mood.
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