in labor in the back seat

by humanmama on November 7, 2013

I’ve been feeling a little judgy lately, and it’s always worse when I’m feeling not-so-great about myself. I don’t see the best in people, like I normally do, when I’m feeling my worst. No, I see the worst in people. When I feel good about myself, I see the best in people. When I’m having a great day, I see that man who cut me off in traffic like this:

“His wife is probably in labor in the back seat.”

I’m not being naïve: it’s my little way of reminding myself (and my kids) that there’s probably a reason why that person cut me off. It might be that he wasn’t paying attention. Perhaps his mom called and told him he won the lottery. It might be that he just got a text. It could be that his cat just died and he just feels out of sorts. There’s a lot of answers to why that guy just did that, and the most unlikely one is the one that we so often jump to when we’re overwhelmed: that guy is out to get me. When I’m feeling fine, I think of a benign reason for his thoughtlessness. When I’m having a crap day, and feel gross and out of shape, and have eaten only fast food for two days, and forgot to pack my kid’s lunch until she was running out the

door, I see that man like this:
Well, actually, I shouldn’t print that all here.

So it’s no wonder to me the state of things lately. Business! Healthcare! Politics! Churches! Everyone is out of shape, and eating poorly. Everyone is mad about their own stuff and damn sure that the other guy is out to get them. When really? The other guy is probably thinking the same thing. I walked into high school with an amazing 16-year-old for a meeting, and she was feeling like she wanted to walk about 100 yards ahead of me. I let her go ahead, of course, but not before I mentioned the words I wished I’d known so long ago:

No one is worried about you. They’re all too busy worrying about their own crap.

And that’s true. So do me a favor: smile a little, and remember that everyone around you is just like a wild animal: more scared of you than you are of them. Put on your best wild-animal handlin’ gloves and get to work. They’re not out to get you. They just might be having a crap day.

Or, maybe their wife is in labor in the back seat.

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Jill November 7, 2013 at 9:52 pm

That pic is so amazing lol!

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