Monday, August 2, 2010

Day #2: Patience, Little Broccoli

Today's word of the day was "Patience."

Up until today, if you asked me if I was a patient person, I would have said "I don't have time to answer stupid questions."

I think everyone believes they're patient, but until you're focusing on being a nice guy, you don't always realize how short your fuse really is.

On top of all that, it's easy to be nice on your day off.

Try doing it while you're working.

I work with the public, and I pride myself on being able to deal with people in a quick, effective, and (I assumed) polite manner.

Well, two out of three ain't bad.

Yesterday, I found myself chanting "Be nice, be nice" every once in awhile.

Today my mantra became more like white noise--"Benicebenicebenicebenice"

All I needed was an abandoned hotel and Shelley Long, and I would have been ready to yell "Here's Johnny!"

Soon, I was becoming frustrated with my lack of patience, which only made me even more irritated, and pretty soon I was ready to throw the entire project out the window.

When I started this endeavor, I knew being nice wouldn't exactly be an easy fit, but I didn't realize that at times it would mean feeling like I'm throwing myself into a wall over and over again.

If it feels like I'm going against my very nature every time I'm nice, does that mean that by nature I'm just a huge bitch?

All I can hope is that by forcing myself to be nice it'll eventually start to feel more natural.

Hey, I didn't love Big Love when I first started watching either.

ME: Would you say you're a patient person?
FRIEND: I don't have time to be patient. I could be dead tomorrow.
ME: You're twenty--
FRIEND: AHHH!
ME: Never mind.
FRIEND: Don't you think it's a little late in life to try turning into a saint?
ME: I'm only twenty--
FRIEND: AHHH!
ME: Hey! It's my age.
FRIEND: Right. Sorry. So you're eighty-seven.
ME: And I can still kick this bitch thing.
FRIEND: So you're not giving up?
ME: Not until I get myself a secondhand halo.
FRIEND: Aw, a secondhand halo. Sounds like Taylor Swift's autobiography.

Lets hope it sells as well.

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