“You’re holding us hostage here.”
I was at the corner bar stool at a packed Soho brunch spot.
There was a lady and her husband who were creating a scene because they had been waiting 45 minutes for a table. “You told us it would be 30 minutes, and we are still waiting….you do this, you hold people hostage for your business. You’re holding us hostage.”
The manager was endlessly patient and apologetic, but this couple would not stop. For close to 5 minutes. On and on with the same lines.
I finally offered them my seat. It was one bar stool and I was in the middle of my meal. I think this was the first time they realized how ridiculous they were being, and they just left. Everyone breathed a little sigh of relief. You never want to be the person that people are happy to see leave a place. But they were.
Then I met up with some friends and there was some drama around the evening plans. My friend’s husband wanted his wife to stay home for dinner with him, and she wanted to go to a show. Tense moments…really tense.
After the show, I went out to get some seltzer water to drink with my food, and there were two drunk guys on the street arguing. They were “friend arguing,” which basically consisted of one of them repeatedly saying “bro, all men cheat. All mean cheat….” Louder and louder.
What’s the point of all of these stories?
Here is the point.
I firmly believe, from the depth of my soul, what I am about to write.
I think we, as humans, are doing the best we can.
I think we, as humans, can always find a way to love something about each other, even when it is not so obvious.
I try, every day, a little more, to find that reason to love. Or at the very least to understand.
The angry couple at the Soho spot had 2 babies who were hungry. They had family visiting from out of town. I know what it feels like to wait longer than you thought when you are hungry. I know what it feels like to be excited to take those you love to your favorite spot and then it doesn’t work out. I’ve been there, so I’m not trying to judge you. I’m trying to give you my seat.
The man who wanted his wife to stay home traveled from Italy to see her. He has been working really hard on a film he showcases this week. He’s tired. He hadn’t seen her in a month. My friend wanted to see her friend, who she hadn’t seen in years. She loves music with all her heart and would see him perform live. Her daughter visited from DC to spend time with her. Her daughter took a 5 am bus for 24 hours with her mom. Who is right? No idea. Who is wrong? No idea.
The drunk guy on the street was sad maybe? Or he had someone cheat on him and it destroyed him, so he puts on this hat. I don’t know.
I do know this. We try to do our best. Every day, we have thousands of choices, and we make lots of good ones, or we’d be dead or broke, or hurting other humans. Overall, we do a really good job living life.
The more people I meet, I think all have one thing in common.
We’re trying our best, even and especially when it is not so obvious.
I’m sitting on my couch, eating ice cream and popcorn and pizza with someone I love. Is this food “healthy?”
I ran a sprint today in the park without stretching and blew out my hamstring. Should I have stretched before?
But I sit on a couch with a sore leg I can feel and food I have the luxury to have the funds to buy in one of the greatest cities in the world with someone I adore.
So tomorrow, I’ll make a bunch more decisions.
Some right, some wrong.
But all of them doing the best I can.