The espresso machine at Starbucks sounds like a Velocirapter.
The coffee grinder, like the engines of a battleship.
The long table of kids “studying”, like a schoolyard at recess.
The music isn’t exactly what I’d choose for myself and the surrounding conversations could oftentimes be taken down a notch.
But none of it registers egregiously with me. It just blends together as an expected frap of sound and I can always sit peacefully within the midst of it.
Then why do I find myself making mental fists from people talking on their cellphones and from heathens who dare to watch videos on their laptops without headphones?
I mean, it happens at the same volume or even at a lower one than the aforementioned list but it’s infinitely infinitely infinitely more irritating. Right?
I’ve been dwelling on for as long as I’ve been dwelling at Starbucks.
And I finally figured it out on the day following the attacks in Paris when a dude next to me decided to play a game on his phone sans headphones.
Like detonating a suicide vest or shooting indiscriminately into a crowd, it’s terrorism.
Terrorism of a lesser degree of course, but terrorism nonetheless.
And that’s why this registers so monstrously with me.
It’s the filthiness of the absolute disregard of any lives other than their own.
It’s the devotion to rudeness.
Like the guy who ordered coffee on line before me. He was confused, for some ridiculous reason, about the differences between the Christmas Blend and the Pike roast and got super snippy with the employees over this minuscule non-issue.
When my nephews were a little younger, we’d always play the “what super hero would you want to be” game.
I’d always say Superman but that all changes today.
I’m trading the “S” on my chest for a “K”.
I want, more than anything else in the world, to be Karma Man.
And I’d deliver karma swiftly, justly, and ruthlessly if need be.
But in the mean time, as I wait for my cape to come in, I’ll continue to seek out the beauty in the world and add to it as often as possible.
And I hope, if there’s anyone reading these words right now, you do the same.
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“In Live Like a Fruit Fly, Gabe Berman shares his recipe for living a more joyful, worthwhile, and abundant life in every way. A witty, entertaining, and insightful read.” — Deepak Chopra, Author, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success