The Comfy Corner

The more you live your life and the more you start to become cynical about it and complain about everything (like I'm slowly starting to do) the more you start to realize when you have become the person that you hate. I had this realization quite recently in a text message when I realized that I was starting every text with a "haha" and ending with a ":)" This is just too much after a while. It feels labored and insincere and I was doing it. "What's wrong with me?" I asked myself in desperation and then I started to think back on other instances when I become the person I hate.

1) When I'm eating out and everyone at the table including myself just gets a glass of water. (I hate it when people do this because it typically means they aren't there to spend a lot of money.)

2) When I'm the drunk bitch stumbling into New York Pizza at 2am asking for something ridiculous like buffalo wings.

3) When I'm the one that uses "there" incorrectly.

4) When I'm the one at the noisy, messy, obnoxious table.

5) When I'm standing alongside the drunk bitches on Boylston trying (hopelessly) to catch a cab.

6) When I'm the one who stands in front of the menu not able to decide what to eat and asking lots of obvious questions (does that come with sour cream?)

7) When I'm the one blocking the sidewalk, or standing in the walk side of a people mover, or holding up the line at the grocery store because one of my items didn't scan correctly...

Clearly, I could go on forever. But, this is a big wake-up call for me. I'm still going to be annoyed and complain about other people, but I'll always know that one day I will be that person. And knowing is understanding (or something like that).