My Hopes Exceed My Expectations…Wait, I Mean the Opposite
Wait…what the hell do I mean? Oh well the moment is passed, and as a rule I try to avoid the backspace button. So the weird title sticks.
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It’s the New Year and I took some time off from blogging. My last post was on December 24th and I wish I didn’t give myself all this time off. My blogging skills are no longer sharp. Were they ever sharp? I had so many great post ideas over the last week and I of course forgot them all. I assure you they would have been epic posts with bits of knowledge that you could not live without. Now you live without them- AND you have to deal with my random blog ramblings, that sound like they came from the brain of a 12 year old child hopped up on ritlain.
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So yes my last post was just before Christmas, and a lot of “festive things” have happened since then, but I will not bore you with my holiday stories, I have friends and family to torture instead. One story I will share with you however is how one random stranger helped me take one step closer to being a full-fledged misanthrope, and made me really despise what we have made Christmas out to be. In order for this story to really hit home for you you will need to be in the same frame of mind as I was…
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The Frame of Mind: I had just gotten out of Mass for the 4th day/week of advent and was heading to mall to pick up a few gift bags from the dollar store. At this time I was pondering the meaning of Christmas, and how we as North Americans seem to mask it’s meaning. I rarely see any Christmas television shows that mention Jesus, malls are decorated with reindeer and Santa Claus etc. I could really go on and on about this. I was trying to really think of Christmas as it should be, the celebration of the birth of Jesus. I am not super-religious, but I consider myself a spiritual person, so I try to really focus on remembering what Christmas is all about.
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Now that you have seen my frame of mind I will continue my story:
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I pulled into a parking space that was as far away from the mall as possible. I would rather spend 2 minutes walking across the parking lot than spend 5 minutes fighting for a parking space. As I pulled in I noticed a fellow mall shopper was having some troubles getting into his car. It was a classic case of he had parked to close too the left side of the parking stall and car beside him was too close on the right. These things happen, and with the hustle and bustle of Christmas, it seems to happen a lot. I am a pretty patient person, so when these things happen to me I try to deal with them in a rational manner. This is where my misanthropic nature comes in. Because I am so patient I expect everyone else to be patient, and when I see people acting like animals and being irrational it really upsets me. This is why I do not like people.
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Ok here comes the anticlimactic ending: This guy in the other stall decides that instead of squeezing into his car, driving away and laughing the situation off as a something that happens from time to time, he decided to slam his car door (as well as he could) and wrote a nice message on the rear window of the other vehicle. It was a cheery message that embodied the Christmas Spirit to it’s fullest. He wote…
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Thanks Asshole
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It absolutely ruined my day, and probably ruined the day of the recipient of the message. I hope that guy gets a visit from Jacob Marley at some point. I just do not understand why this display of anger was necessary.
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I was going to write a lot more things today, but I have to stop here. I am getting all worked up again. That guy ruined my day twice.
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I’ll be back tomorrows with something more positive to write about…
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