Fails, kindness, assholes, and rambling. Enjoy!
Okay, so I wanted to make a blog post, but I didn’t know what to write about. My friend recommended I try a word or sentence generator to get an idea to write about. Let’s try that out:
“The indeterminate helmet drags an identical constitutional.”
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……… Uhm… Okay……
Lets just call this a fail idea, and try to move on.
Today at work (I work at a music store), I had to drop off some repaired band instruments to a local middle school. I first had to go to their front desk so that they could check me in, see if I had an appointment, made sure I wasn’t a mass murderer, etc. etc. Just the usual. (Sidenote: at this point in the blog, I googled to see if it was possible to use that hipsterish abbreviation for “usual” in text form. In case you were wondering, you can’t. Closest you can get is like, “yooj”, or “yooshe”. Both of which make you look like a tool. Let’s move on.) Anywhoozle (I think I just made up for my lack of douche), I went to check in, and told them who I was and all that jazz. As I was signing in, a conversation started. Here’s how it went.
Woman next to me: “Oh, I know you!”
Me: “…Oh?”
Woman: “Yeah, my daughter talks about you all the time!”
Me: “………oh….?” -eyebrow raised-
Woman: “You restrung her guitar and treated her like royalty! You were so nice!”
Me: “OH! Yeah! Okay. Hi.”
Then she started bragging about me to her coworkers.
Creepiness and awkwardness now aside, the situation really made me extremely happy and hopeful. This woman, who I honestly didn’t really remember until she mentioned the whole guitar thing, remembered me for being nice to her daughter, who was an adorable little girl, probably around 10 or 11 years old. I wasn’t doing anything that I would consider “extra” or “out of character” for me… I guess I was just being me, who’s normally just nice and really good with kids, haha. This is the way I would love to be remembered. I love to make other people happy, to help them out, to make their day just a little bit brighter. I thrive on it. When I die, whenever that may be, I want to be remembered for being nice, kind, helpful… all of which unfortunately seem to be a rarity nowadays.
I just don’t understand why people choose to be assholes over nice people. Why can’t we give peace a chance?
