The world is really filled with too much Stupid. There are things that just break my heart about this world we live in. It is so hard to see the beauty all around us when there is so much Ugly and Evil. I struggle to find the beauty in others; I have issues with trust but this is far beyond that. I have become far more cynical than I have ever been but yet I have also chosen to close my eyes against the ugly, to plug my ears against the negativity blaring at me from the media, to try my best and cling to my wild hope that we are all good somewhere within us.
On the other end of the spectrum of the Bad and Evil is the, well, The Stupid. I mean, these are people that had we been in another time period would have already been taken care of by Natural Selection and such. Medical science, pedestrian laws, etc. are the only things that have kept these people alive thus far. For one, if someone dared to talk to me face-to-face the way that these people talk to me over the phone? They would be missing a lot of teeth. The anonymity of phone service, web service, and pretty much any way of taking out the personal approach has made people far braver in their ability to treat others as though they were lower beings. What gives these people the right to treat me in this manner? For that matter, why can I not have the same right to return it in kind? The Golden Rule, people! Have we all forgotten the lessons we learned in our Playground days?
I spoke with one of my drivers tonight, not at any real length, but he mentioned something to me for the second time in about three weeks. He commented that I am nice. The way he said it made it sound like it was a treat for him, a special novelty. The first time he told me “You’re nice” I was rather shocked. Delving in a little bit deeper, he confessed that no one else he talks to in dispatch is as nice as I am. I honestly just use common courtesies and do not treat my drivers like they are animals to be whipped and beaten so that they do my bidding. It saddened me to hear that I was the nicest dispatcher he’d ever spoken to.
When did we stop using common courtesy?
There’s too many things that I haven’t done yet, too many sunsets I haven’t seen. You can’t waste the day wishing it’d slow down; You would’ve thought by now I’d have learned something. I made up my mind when I was a young girl. I’ve been given this one world, I won’t worry it away. But now and again I lose sight of the good life. I get stuck in a low light. But then Love comes in. How far do I have to go to get to you? Many the miles. Many the miles. How far do I have to go to get to you? Many the miles. But send me the miles and I’ll be happy to follow you Love.
[Sara Bareilles - "Many The Miles"]