In the next coming days I’ll post a bit more about how you can participate in my story subscription program, if you are so inclined. I’ll post a bit about another project that’s in its planning stages. I’ll post a bit about my plans for 2016, and I’m sure I’ll post a look back at 2015. I want to talk about some of my favorite discoveries, reader-wise, of 2015, I want to talk about Poseidon’s relationship with Vishnu and my growing relationship with Vishnu. I want to talk about fears, insecurities, tornado-brain, the awesomeness of dogs, and a whole host of other things.
Today I simply want to get through the last shopping weekend before Xmas.
For some reason, people have not seemed as rabid has they typically have. It is still retail hyped up on crack, don’t get me wrong — but people seem more patient over-all with the whole experience. Like, of course there is a huge line, there are thirty people trying to check out at the same time; even with five registers going it’s gonna be a minute. (Like, a Philly minute, which for those not in the know, is the opposite of a New York minute). For all that the aggressive “Merry Christmas”es have been happening, it’s been far fewer, and one of the most impatient and wouldn’t-let-me-finish-my-responses-to-their-questions interaction was with a Jewish woman looking for Hannukah merch — which yes, the Christmas sprawl and the being a minority religion are both annoying, I get it, but no, I’m not responsible, and yes, we actually have some, and SHUT UP SO I CAN TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT TO KNOW OMG.
(No. I’m not still holding on to that interaction, why do you ask?)
But overall, people — at least in my area — seem nicer. Better. And I don’t know if this is an actual thing, or if this speaks to my having more patience with people in general and more innate compassion for the human experience in its myriad varieties, that I maybe didn’t have before. Like, is my compassion muscle getting stronger? Because, I think, maybe. And that’s weird. and neat. But weird.