Prickly

I had high hopes that once we emerged from our universal pause, there would be a layer of kindness that would seep out and blanket the land. Delusional much? As I reluctantly join the human race, I am amazed at how prickly people are. Sure, we have all been isolated to a degree and we are all dealing with our own struggles, but does that really excuse individuals from being kind? No.

To the lady at Home Depot yesterday that boxed me in with her cart chatting on the phone about how her dog just got chipped and blah, blah, blah. First, I detest people that talk on their phones in public. I mean, no one really wants to hear your conversation. Second, if you must share your mundane life in a open venue, at least be mindful and try not to hold other people hostage aka me. I said excuse me several times, but my mask seems to muffle my voice or perhaps she just ignored me. Whatever the case, I just moved my cart in a way that was obvious I was ready to move on to a different area of the floral selection. Sweet. Baby. Jesus.

To the gentleman that was anxious to merge into traffic, I saw you. I motioned for you to go in front and you couldn’t even muster up a wave to acknowledge the gesture. It’s cool. I don’t need the validation, but it would be nice to see some kindness. Maybe this is just a test for me to maintain my level of humanity. I don’t like tests. I did not test well in school, so this could be dicey.

I know we have all been through a really interesting psychological experiment where human interaction has been limited. But, let’s not forget that we are all in this together. Fortunately, since we are still wearing masks, my resting bitch face is still in tact and I might mumble a sentence enhancer in the moment. Okay, I might be prickly too.