Ironic - "My Way" is playing at Starbucks RIGHT NOW
So, I have tried over and over to cancel my t-mobil hotspot account but they keep telling me I don't have one. However I noticed, yet again, the charge on my bank statement this morning so instead of fighting it I'm going to make use of it. I'm starting a from home customer service job on my computer...can do that from starbucks and I'm 75% sure I'm going to be starting massage therapy school in a month. I am finishing writing a short story...I give it about a week sooooo I think I'll be doing most of this stuff at Starbucks. It's at least an option since I can't cancel the damn thing!
So all this to say, I had to go the bathroom and so I just walked away leaving my computer in front of the door AND in front of the old man sitting next to me. This is how I live my life. I don't mistrust people OR the universe. I assume I won't lose the things I need. If someone stole my MAC (while, I would be devastated), it'd be okay and maybe even beneficial! Look at all the good things that have come out of losing my car and learning to ride a motorcycle: off the top of my head - being able to ride a motorcycle, a few friendships, the guys at work take me more seriously, I have seriously gotten a more iron will as I ride in the cold, the rain, after a pap, with 50lbs on my back, I can't drink when I'm out, I carry around my stuff EVERYWHERE. I have become so much stronger. Soo, I was sort of deconstructing why I'm like that, all trusting and what not, when my faith in God has kinda been damaged. when I was young my parents read me this story, I think it was about the pioneers and the native americans. Because of something, probably the hostile land take over, the native americans were burning the pioneer villages and terrorizing the families out of anger and desperation. Thier doors back then had a latch. If the latch was left out anyone could come into your house if the latch was pulled in, it was like locking your door. The pioneers were pulling in thier latches out of mistrust and fear of the native americans and thier mistrust and fear was infuriating the native americans. One man with like a slew of children, understanding the pain of the native americans decided that he would show that he was different, that he trusted them and connected with them. He did this by leaving his latch out. and lo and behold, the chief knocked on his door in the middle of the night. The chief and the man of the house knew they could trust each other and that pioneer's house and family was kept safe.
That story, which, by all means, I probably don't remember completely accurately, has shaped my whole life. And I think for the better because to be honest, it separates the wheat from the chaff. Yes, I have chosen to trust people, especially in relationships, that were not trust worthy and I was hurt. But I have, as I said, always had what I needed. and things have been stolen from me... but never my car, my wallet, my running shoes (which are tied on my motorcycle outside). and the people that do lie or mislead... it comes out in the end and generally. I don't know if this is a great way to live, but I like it. I like trusting in something, even if it's just myself. I know I don't take anything from anyone else purposefully. And if I don't there are others who don't and so I trust my world my universe to protect me.
So all this to say, I had to go the bathroom and so I just walked away leaving my computer in front of the door AND in front of the old man sitting next to me. This is how I live my life. I don't mistrust people OR the universe. I assume I won't lose the things I need. If someone stole my MAC (while, I would be devastated), it'd be okay and maybe even beneficial! Look at all the good things that have come out of losing my car and learning to ride a motorcycle: off the top of my head - being able to ride a motorcycle, a few friendships, the guys at work take me more seriously, I have seriously gotten a more iron will as I ride in the cold, the rain, after a pap, with 50lbs on my back, I can't drink when I'm out, I carry around my stuff EVERYWHERE. I have become so much stronger. Soo, I was sort of deconstructing why I'm like that, all trusting and what not, when my faith in God has kinda been damaged. when I was young my parents read me this story, I think it was about the pioneers and the native americans. Because of something, probably the hostile land take over, the native americans were burning the pioneer villages and terrorizing the families out of anger and desperation. Thier doors back then had a latch. If the latch was left out anyone could come into your house if the latch was pulled in, it was like locking your door. The pioneers were pulling in thier latches out of mistrust and fear of the native americans and thier mistrust and fear was infuriating the native americans. One man with like a slew of children, understanding the pain of the native americans decided that he would show that he was different, that he trusted them and connected with them. He did this by leaving his latch out. and lo and behold, the chief knocked on his door in the middle of the night. The chief and the man of the house knew they could trust each other and that pioneer's house and family was kept safe.
That story, which, by all means, I probably don't remember completely accurately, has shaped my whole life. And I think for the better because to be honest, it separates the wheat from the chaff. Yes, I have chosen to trust people, especially in relationships, that were not trust worthy and I was hurt. But I have, as I said, always had what I needed. and things have been stolen from me... but never my car, my wallet, my running shoes (which are tied on my motorcycle outside). and the people that do lie or mislead... it comes out in the end and generally. I don't know if this is a great way to live, but I like it. I like trusting in something, even if it's just myself. I know I don't take anything from anyone else purposefully. And if I don't there are others who don't and so I trust my world my universe to protect me.
posted by Coco at 10:52 AM
1 Comments:
I love working at Starbucks.. Well I love doing my work at Starbucks, although it would likely be fun to work there as well.
Cheers.
Rice.
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