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But everyone else? The people just living as typical, normal, trying to just be happy human beings? I believe in their worth. It's part of my faith. It's how I have chosen to see the world. And it's freeing. Even though no one is infallible. Least of all me, but we all suck sometimes, right?
I was shopping the other day. The kids, by the grace of the glitter ponies, were behaving beautifully. So, by proxy, I was in tune with the store around me. The people. Because I wasn't putting out fires! My kidlets were freeging angel babies. I was happy as what what! This shopping experience was one to remember. Things were going my way. Hell yes! So we finished shopping and rolled up to the cashier. My kids were sent from heaven in that moment and eating their special bribe, er, I mean "prize" for being good so I had no one to pay attention to except for the 20-something cashier ringing up our groceries.
She was sad. Oh, I saw it. She was so so sad. "Hi, how are you?" I said. And the thing about when I say that is that I mean it. No pleasantries. No bullshit. I want to know how you are really fucking doing, you know? Thankfully, she knew. And she opened.
Her tears flowed quietly as she scanned my pasta, my kale, my baby carrots. "I'm ok", she said. I knew different. "Oh, I hope you are. I see you are sad. I hope you are going to be OK.", is what I said. And then...she let go. She let go and told me that her boyfriend broke up with her just before her shift. She apologized about six different times for unloading. That is wasn't professional. That she could get fired for what she was telling me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. she said. Over and over again.
I told her that I was so sorry for her pain. Because I was. That I hope she finds her footing soon. Because I do. And that her bosses will never hear from me. That being human is OK with me. Shit. I wanted to hug her. But I controlled myself.
Two humans talking. Fuck "professionalism" and policy. When did we get to a point where it was "inappropriate" to be HUMAN?
I found out this week that when you share your personal story, some people will find it their place to tell you why you are wrong. They will challenge your perspective. They will justify the aggressors reasons. They will shame you for being HUMAN. And they will find ways to NOT acknowledge your human-ness. They will try and explain away your feelings like they know you from the inside. They use the argument that your perception may not be the reality.
I say? Fuck that noise.
Instead, I offer that that inclination in this cyber-society is to barf so much bullshit that it makes my head spin. I don't give a flying fuck about why this cashier's relationship ended. Maybe she cheated? Maybe she's a callous and hard- hearted bitch of a girlfriend to her other? None of that matters.
What matters is that she cried to me and was desperately sad while she checked out my groceries.
That moment, she was in pain. She was human. Her heart was drowning. And I had no other thought in my head or heart but to say to her, "I hope you are ok. And I am sorry you are hurting" because who the fuck am I to not sympathize with the pain of a fellow human being?
I am not that person. And I never will be. No one is infallible. All of us feel deeply. No one is immune to their own humanity. All of us deserve an ear and moment of reprieve. Every single one of us. And if it is your belief that you know anything about anyone beyond actually walking in their life? I say this to you...
Remember the times you have needed a shoulder. Remember the times that no one came to you in love. Remember the times that you just wanted someone to say, "I hear you" and remember the times that it never came. Proceed with humanity.
Don't be a dick. Open your heart. BE human. Free yourself.
THAT my lovely readers is you PEARL on this week. That is your Pearl. Just be HUMAN. It's gonna be OK.