Day Ninety Three: Not that Person

I’m not that person.

Have you ever listened to someone complain about a certain type of person only to silently think to yourself that “hey, you kind of do that sometimes too.”

Like people who hate gossipers who turn around and gossip about other people. Or those people who talk about bad drivers and drive poorly themselves. People who complain about cigarette smoke but wear a shit ton of perfume.

I’ve been kind of paying attention to those people. I know a lot of them. And there are even bad days when I can kind of be that person.

Last night, after my epically bad night, I had the chance to be that person. You see, as much as I love my ice cream and my shop, my absolute favorite is this place down on Broadway. It’s called Sweet Action and it is amazing. I asked my boyfriend to take me for my birthday but we couldn’t go. So he was going to take me last night. They close an hour later than my shop so I could have gotten there in plenty of time to not be that person who comes in like, two minutes before closing to hassle shop workers.

But, because of my crazy night, I got out of my shop really late. I could have gone to Sweet Action and been that person, showing up two minutes before close and making everyone work for me. But I hate that person. I hate the person who comes into my shop, apologizes for coming in late and then takes twenty minutes to order.

So I went home.

I want to start paying attention to the things that bother me and making sure that they aren’t things I see reflected in myself.

Challenge to my Reader:

Pay attention to what you complain about and make sure those traits aren’t ones others might recognize in you.