This time of year can be so hard for some people... Today I was in a crowded coffee shop waiting for a friend, Rumi was fussing and I just needed somewhere to sit and feed her out of the rain. I was hovering near a table where a couple were just doing up their coats, waiting for them to leave, when a man swooped in and took the table. The couple looked at him and told him the table was mine, I had been waiting for it, and I said the same thing but he wasn’t having any of it. He didn’t care that I had a crying baby, he didn’t care that I was nearly in tears with stress and lack of sleep, he just wanted to eat his food, sitting at a table alone.
I told the couple who were arguing on my behalf not to bother and just walked away to wait for a different table.
That kind of thing never sparks anger or annoyance in me. It never has. I know there is a time and a place to stand up for yourself but in a situation like that I feel like my energy is best directed towards the things I care about, and not what will upset me. •
The thought of karma or him getting something equally heartless in return crosses my mind but truthfully, he didn’t look happy at all and I wonder if he was already living in a more uncomfortable situation than the one he had put me in. I wonder at what you have to go through in life to put that kind of energy out into the world and I think maybe his lack of kindness shows that he is simply lacking kindness in his life. He was keen for a fight but by the look on his face I think he was keen for any kind of human interaction.
I know the holidays can bring up a lot of tricky stuff, and I know we’re taught to fight for our place in life and stand up for ourselves, but it doesn’t hurt to consider that hurting people hurt people. And it’s easy to spot when someone is in pain, it’s in their actions and written all over their face. It’s not always about winning, in fact it’s rarely about winning - it’s always about compassion.
And there are always other tables.💛