At the end of my rope today, when I was tired and grumpy, somebody was kind and compassionate. He was young and handsome--swishy blonde hair, like a comb-over for somebody with curly locks. Caucasian with big green eyes that had hints of blue. Strong chin, tall frame, reasonably muscular. Nice speaking voice.
Kind. Compassionate.
It was a big load off my back to have us express job frustrations at each other...
I hope I see him again; I was so shocked I didn't even think to ask his name.
Is that what working an "adult" job does to people? Makes us so hard we stumble when somebody is nice, because we don't see it, because we aren't expecting it? I constantly hope for kindness, because I was big into that "you get what you give" shit for a long time (and mostly still am)... but now I almost dropped my figurative pen when somebody asked me how I was doing and that he didn't believe that Volkswagen could steal things. He agreed with what I had to say, but he wasn't afraid to share his own opinions. We had a real conversation where neither of us were inferior, but people, real people.
That's such an essential need. I wish more people understood that.
I wish more people were like him.
