That’s probably what I should have said when some lady who doesn’t know me from Adam told me this morning that maybe I “should cool it off with my kid” after I sternly told him that it was enough. Instead, I turned around so fast I made myself dizzy and said that maybe she should shut the hell up. As if that wasn’t enough, an old man who happened to be passing by felt the need to butt in as well and suggested I watch my language.
What’s wrong with people? Why do they think it’s ok to get in the middle of a mother’s talk with her son? Who do they think they are? Where the hell does this entitlement come from? They don’t know us, they don’t know how our day was. They don’t what sparked my remark. They don’t know what type of week I had. That I was sick. They don’t know my life. That I am sick and tired.
Then, once the moment is gone and I breathe and calm down, I wish I were different. Less explosive. Colder. More polite, even if people do not deserve it. I wish I could deal with stress, impotence, disappointment and anger like normal people do, by pigging out on ice-cream, drinking or shopping my problems away. Working out used to be the answer, but when you’re so sick and tired moving from the kitchen table to the living-room couch is as much exercise as you can handle.
But hey. Life is what it is, and I am where I am. And most of the time I would not change a thing. So I’ll shake it off. I always do. Until then though, watch out!
- First autonomous community elections in the Basque Country today since ETA’s ceasefire
- Basque Spirituality, Religion and Witchcraft presentation at Boise’s Basque Museum