mug of coffee in your hand,
drown out the fear screaming in your head.
drive the car, do the work, get back home before you get hurt.
write the words, make someone see, then back in the box before you are seen.
hide your face, hear the voices, oh there are so many choices.
heal the wounds that your own pen made.
empty feeling in your chest.
heartbreak started
heartbreak ends
where do you go when the beginning has it's end?
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Manners Matter
I was walking in my local target yesterday, well really, I was following my mom cause I had no cash therefore twas fruitless for me to shop. We were over by the pharmacy and it's always really crowded over there because of how they arranged the aisles. I had the cart while my mom was waiting for a prescription, and I was standing in one of the very small aisles and because of how carts are made I accidentally prevented anyone from getting in said aisle.
Now, the real reason I'm writing this is because a woman who was around the same age as my mom came around the corner from the aisle and said to her son (who I guess to be around 11-ish) "We need to get down that aisle" and since I heard her I moved my cart and she walked through with a nod while her son looked at me, half-smiled and said, "Thank you fellow human," I thought it was a sweet and different way to say "thanks" so I smiled and said "you're welcome" and as he and his mother walked further away from me I heard the mother scold her son and tell him to behave. Now if you're like me you're probably going "what??" because the son had clearly been polite in saying thank you, no matter how odd the whole sentence had been. I guess she was a little embarrassed by how her son had called me a fellow human or she just had had a long day at work and didn't feel like putting words to the nod. Whatever her reasoning was, that young boy made me smile in his unique way of saying thanks and I hope wherever he goes he remembers that it's not always what you say but how you say it that matters.
Now, the real reason I'm writing this is because a woman who was around the same age as my mom came around the corner from the aisle and said to her son (who I guess to be around 11-ish) "We need to get down that aisle" and since I heard her I moved my cart and she walked through with a nod while her son looked at me, half-smiled and said, "Thank you fellow human," I thought it was a sweet and different way to say "thanks" so I smiled and said "you're welcome" and as he and his mother walked further away from me I heard the mother scold her son and tell him to behave. Now if you're like me you're probably going "what??" because the son had clearly been polite in saying thank you, no matter how odd the whole sentence had been. I guess she was a little embarrassed by how her son had called me a fellow human or she just had had a long day at work and didn't feel like putting words to the nod. Whatever her reasoning was, that young boy made me smile in his unique way of saying thanks and I hope wherever he goes he remembers that it's not always what you say but how you say it that matters.
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