Why Oh Why???




These are the everyday questions that pop up for me in my ordinary little life, and I now insist (yes via the internet) that God answer them. It's a mixture of little pet peeves, big pet peeves and other odd peeves in no particular order...

-Why oh why... do we serve food and beverages so piping hot that our tongues get burned at the first bite or sip? Meaning that the first step in consuming hot things is to wait for them to cool down? Why?

-Why oh why...do people seem to relate so deeply to the sentiments of Christmas (Peace on Earth, Goodwill Toward Men, etc...) but then seem so disinterested in reaching out, understanding and connecting in any number of ways throughout the rest of the year?

-Why oh why... when I'm at a place like a public park and I walk past a pretty women in the arms of her boyfriend does she often flash a beaming, heartfelt smile at me in some overt effort to 'connect'? But when I walk past these same women when they are alone they stare ahead disinterested? Why not stare ahead disinterested in both cases for the sake of, I don't know, consistency? It's a little like saying:'Now that we've established that there is absolutely no potential between us, I want you to know how warmly I feel toward you.' Gee thanks.

-Why oh why... do people think that anything that you tell them that involves them is a statement about them? That they are the topic of discussion?

Example:
Person A: 'I'm going to straighten up the house a little more.'
Person B: 'Great- so my housecleaning isn't good enough for you!'



-Why oh why... are so many people unable to understand that if they are 'angry' about something it means that, by definition, they are trying to tell you about a more fundamental pain that they are experiencing? And that that pain is what's really going for them.

Person A: 'I told Joe what an asshole he was for not helping with the garden today'

Person B: 'Sounds like you're disappointed and frustrated that you didn't get all the weeding done and that you're bewildered that the plans you had for the garden weren't realized. Did you tell Joe that?'

Person A: 'No, because I'm not disappointed, frustrated or bewildered- I'm just angry at Joe!'

Person B: 'I'm just asking if Joe's absence resulted in any pain for you. And suggesting that maybe you could tell him about that pain so he understands what it was like for you.'

Person A: 'I'm not in any pain- I'm just angry. All I know is that Joe is an asshole and I told him that.'

Jeez, after 20,40,60 years or whatever of living you'd think people would develop a slightly more sophisticated view of what's going on between themselves and others when there's a conflict accompanied by difficult emotions...



-Why oh why... do so many drivers think that if you ask them to drive more safely it's equivalent to criticizing their moves on the dance floor or dissing their taste in art? Hey, if your face goes through the windshield in an accident then mine probably will too buddy, so your driving is not just your little independent trip...

Less dramatically...

Why oh why... don't many drivers realize that the chief reason I don't want to be a passenger in a car that's tailgating is that it's IRRITATING. Yes, it's also somewhat dangerous, but mostly it's IRRITATING. It's a little like having a drink with someone who repeatedly sets their glass down teetering on the edge of the table on the verge of spilling. A potential accident just waiting to happen which becomes a bothersome distraction tugging on your consciousness. That's what driving with a tailgater is like for me. I guess I don't like tailgating for the same reason that I don't like having razor blades laying around on my couch or that I don't leave my wallet on the seat of my unlocked car. It needlessly invites the imagination to ponder the unpleasant potential. Is this a hard concept to grasp??

-Lastly, Why oh why... am I the only person I know who raises questions like this? It angers me but, more importantly, well... feel my pain.
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1 comments:

tara said...

Regarding your comment on Xmas - reminds me of a card I sent my friend last week. On the outside, it said something to the effect of "It's that time of the year when neighbors open their doors to one another, when coworkers are friendlier and when people treat each other kindly." Then you open it up and inside it reads, "Yep, there's a whole lot of ass-kissing going on at Christmastime."