Dear Blue Haired Meat Seller,
I’m turning thirty, have a full head of gray hair and am so out of shape that I’m starting to resemble Mr. Potato Head. A simple compliment about how cool my hair looks and how the color of my shirt makes it that much better, absolutely made my day.
Everyone has to work at some point. What you reminded me is that it’s not what we’re doing but rather what we DO with what we’re doing.
We can choose to grumble through the school course we hate or shitty job we have making sure that everyone knows how terrible life is and how we are so hard done by. That’s easy. Playing the victim is easy. But instead of focusing on how crappy our situation is and putting our energy towards bringing a bit of light the gloom that may be surrounding others, our crappy situation becomes that much less crappy because life is not always about us. And we forget that all too often.
“Everyone likes a compliment don’t they?”
That is a question that I will not forget for a very long time.