PREFACE : I started this entry a lil bit ago. I've recently committed myself to weekly updates. I'll start by completing this entry. Enjoy and Happy Fathers Day.
Believing Was Your First Mistake
It was easy back then. Your creators telling you how great you are. Filling your mind with world conquering thoughts. Sure this is their responsibilitiy. Not denying you that third slice of artery blocking, calorie multiplying, gut busting double fudge layer cake is where they went wrong. Which in turn began the creation of an "entitled" oversized monster that would continue to grow with each spoiling "yes."
Allowing Is Our First Mistake
When did it all begin? When did it become ok and culturally accepted? When did we, the masses, give you, the entitled cake eating monster the ability to elevate to a higher social class of rude entitlement? Does having $75,000 in student loan debt and a couple funny letters added to the arse of your name grant privilege? Perhaps it did and the shift of acceptance started, in your mind, to tip in your favor.
Entitlement Backfire!
Ha, the look on your face. A goose flying against the rest of the geese. Shove it!
Hey Yo Paulie D, What's Da Situation?
My second acupuncture visit. Scheduled for 4:00 pm. Left work early, arrived at 3:50, signed in and chilled to the melodic and hypnotic trance music you force upon your sheep.
At 4:15ish you invite me into one of your waiting rooms like your doing me the favor. At 4:25, after I've waited almost a half hour after my scheduled appointment time, I gather my belongings and make my exit.
"Mr. Bra-chess, where are you going," inquired the office admin/secretary/accountant/hr manager/mail room clerk/cd selection expert.
I responded in a warm but firm tone, "my appointment was for 4pm. It's now almost 4:30 and I do not share the same convenience of relaxed scheduling."
Was it harsh, maybe. Was it true, most definitely. Caleb had practice at 6 which gave me less than an hour and a half to get home across Princeton and through the Washington Circle during rush hour, get him fed and then to practice on the other side of town.
If I mellowed out till the doctor found the time to fit me into her schedule, smiled when she walked in like I was one of the grateful sheep, and went on like all was normal, Not only would I have been late in fulfilling my obligations to Caleb, but I would have told her that the funny acronym at the end of her name and her student loan debt entitled her to this inexcusable yet frequent behavior.
Screw the social norm. I'm in favor of shock and awe that just might lead to change.
Love it! Good for you :)
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