As if heaven is on the other side of a queue
Hello again, you might not read this post directly after my last but I'm writing them only minutes apart.
And not because I'm bored.
It's because I started fuming in-between.
WHY ARE PEOPLE CUTTING THE LINE???
Since this is a storytelling blog about self-talk, we're not going to discuss answers to the question but instead what the question itself triggers.
It triggered the maybe most dangerous mood: not just fury but righteous fury.
Oh I love that mood. Let’s burn some bridges!
Without a feeling of guilt (to be expected, I guess) they cut the line, lifted ribbons, and just... got away with it. There was an elderly woman who looked like she only wanted the first class check-in counter for directions… then she waved her entire family over to bypass the queue!
Nobody said anything, including me. And now in standing longer in line, disappointed by myself for not stopping them.
As we said: righteous fury.
Maybe it can comfort me a bit to ask: Did they gain anything?
Less waiting.
But we are going to end up on the same flight anyway! Seats are already determined.
Overhead locker space.
True but minor, not worth the effort.
Power over you. Over your emotions.
...
Indeed, they gained that. I'm furious, I'm still thinking about it, they left an impression. A stain/strain on my day. I deeply believe in fair rules for everyone.
…
You're going to tell me now that the fury is my fault, aren't you?
Hehe
I don’t accept “fault” but I can accept the power I have. My emotions – no matter how triggered – are my own.
Next time, I will at least try to speak up. Being mad at others is unhealthy, being mad at yourself is devastating.
Especially when your self-fury feels righteous. What a tough idea.
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