I don’t have patience for the Gap ad guy who never deems to say hello because I was not the right race, or good looking enough to deem that I exist. I don’t have the patience for the woman behind the counter who spews out racist slurs based on the fact that I was speaking another language with someone from another race. I don’t have the patience for the snobby designer wearing girl who cares only about makeup and appearances. I don’t have the patience for the old lady who talks too much.
And then I remember that I ignored some poor woman because she didn’t say anything interesting. I remember how I spoke English in front of people who didn’t understand. I remember how I didn’t say hello to someone who lit up when they saw me. I remember I walked past by someone so that I didn’t have to say hello. I remember all those times I misjudged someone because of how they spoke, or looked, or dressed. I remember all the times that I somehow forgot, and broke someone’s heart a little.
And then I realize that I am that snobby girl that I hate.
Someone, somewhere will always brush by you, or mistreat you by accident. You can have two choices : Either you brush past it and you realize how little control you have over the situation or you spend time burning with hate and remembering all those little reasons of impatience over someone who frankly doesn’t remember.