Some days you don’t want to try to consider that the cashier might be crabby because she’s having a rough morning.
Some days you don’t want to consider that maybe your coworkers is doing a poor job because personal issues are preoccupying her.
Some days you don’t want to know why something is being turned in late, sloppy, off topic, or just poorly written. And instead of taking the time to work with the writer to make it better, you just want to rant about how some people suck.
Some days you don’t want to focus on the fact that the three teen boys are having a nice bonding moment. You just want to grumble because they’re being loud while you try to work.
Some days you don’t want to put on a happy face until the real happy follows. You just want to wallow in self pity and grumpiness.
Some days you don’t want to tease the positive out of a thorny situation, to see how it can be turned around to make everyone stronger and better.
Some days you don’t want to see the joy in the world and the people around you. You don’t want to see the silver lining, you just want to see the cloud.
Some days it’s just harder to be a hero and explain away, forgive, or even make the effort to understand the why behind people’s actions and behaviors.
Some days it’s just hard not to join people in their crabby cantankerousness.
And yes, on those days, I know that it’s more important than ever to rise above the urge to say fuck it all and be the better person, see the other side, smile through the grumps, to be the hero.
But man does it suck.