I am sitting across from my least favorite person that I see on a regular basis.
I am not kidding: I think this person is near- or actually evil. I think he hates the world because he hates himself. I think he’s closeted, sef-loathing, angry and, in the end, slowly turning to crumbled carbon from the inside out.
I have seen him knock over girl scouts in order to get to his car in the train parking lot.
When he sits near me on the train, I sometimes pretend to get up to leave just to make him leap to his feet to get there first. He does it every time.
I’ve seen him yell at an old man who politely said “excuse me” to get to the next seat.
Sometimes he is on the train with his wife, he always yells at her.
His skin is too taught. His voice is grating.
He bothers me because he represents everything I hate about where I live, and the kind of seething, slow-burn anger that I never want to experience.
I know I’m supposed to pray for him, and I guess I will try.
And look! God just intervened. A family of French tourists just got on this very, very crowded train, and I gave my seat up for the Mom and her daughter (forcing a different guy who piled his stuff on the seat next to him to move it - ha!)
I’m now sitting on the floor in the vestibule, about to change the title of this post before I hit “publish.”
Love to all. Even you, shiny cheeks.
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He usually intervenes in the most unexpected ways, too!
HAHAHAHAHAHa. God is a trickster, isn’t he? I love that guy.
I agree with both your points. About the guy and the intervention. Way to notice both.
See? My biggest issue in this whole “living mindfully” game is trying to figure out what it is about people I don’t like that’s actually a reflection of ME. You’re better at it than I am.
At least a higher power intervened…had I been there - well, we have discussed my subtle anger issues. Not really anger, just intolerance which results in (mostly) a verbal diatribe.
What was the title before the intervention?
People like that piss me off beyond belief, but I try and feel sorry for them as well, because how fricking SAD must it be to be that angry and hateful and generally fucked up? You look at a person like that and think, “What a horrible life that person has, and it’s the only life he’s ever going to have.” To be that devoid of decency and joy, it’s like hell on earth.
Yikes. What a miserable way to live. What a miserable person to be married to. Very sad.