I donate blood through the American Red Cross. You can tell when it’s time to give again because they bug the shit out of me with daily calls and emails until I sign up to give.
They caught me this weekend and convinced me to donate at a local blood drive that was held yesterday.
There were no signs outside the elementary school where I was told the drive would be held. No signs down the hallway directing me to where they were set up. When I finally found the Red Cross staff I found out why: they weren’t set up. My appointment was for 2:30 PM. There were a half dozen of us waiting to donate. Every member of the donation team was in a sour mood. Some seemed downright hostile.
I put up with a lot of shit every day at work, when I shop, when I drive down the road. And I dunno, maybe I’m wrong, but if I’m giving up my time and a part of my body, the least you could do is treat me nice. Hell, I’d be OK with your being a neutral party. But nope, no hostile nurse is gonna stick a needle in my arm. Ain’t gonna happen.
I read an article about the grilling a Congressional committee gave to the airline CEOs. One congressman said, “We’re all sick of it.”
You’re damn right we are. I am, anyway.
I’m sick of being told that I’m not as smart or as worthy as a man, even though I’m smarter than the vast majority of them. Yeah that’s an egotistical statement. It’s also true.
I’m sick of the poor being blamed for being poor. I’m sick of those of us who have a whole lot more demanding our political representatives take away every opportunity the poor have to dig themselves out of their poverty and hand that money over to rich assholes who already have more money than they’ll ever possibly know what to do with.
I’m sick of racists, misogynists, and internet Trolls. I’m sick of Bernie Bros, Trumpettes, and Russian hackers.
I’m sick of people bitching about the attitudes of everyone else, when their own attitudes suck worse than a dozen lemons.
I work two jobs. I have a home and a car to keep up, cats to care for, and a dog to mourn. I’m in debt up to my ass. I need a new car. The older I get, the more tired I am. Hell, we’re all tired. We’re overwhelmed.
And when it’s taking every ounce of energy I have to maintain, the last thing I want to have to do is put up with your shit.
I’m going to show my age when I say this, but as a kid I was taught the Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have do unto you. And while I’m nowhere near perfect, I do try to follow it more often than not. You may not can tell through my writing, but I do make an effort to be nice to at least one person every day.
So here’s a novel idea: How about for one day you put your anger, your worries, your fears, all up on a shelf and leave them alone. Then go out into the world and be nice to others. Be nice to everybody, even those who obviously don’t deserve it. No, I’m not asking you to be a doormat. I’m asking you to be nice to people. And maybe, just maybe, ONE of those many you are kind to will pass it on. Maybe that person will not cut off a driver on the way home. Maybe that mom or dad won’t yell at their kids. Maybe a desperate person will decide suicide is not an option today. Maybe someone who had no hope will find a glimmer of hope in your smile.
And maybe you’ll see how good it can feel to give of yourself to others with no strings attached.
Don’t worry. Your angst will still be there waiting for you when you go back to it.
If you do decide to give it a try, come back and tell me how it went.