I noticed with some annoyance that John had left his pants on the floor in the bathroom. Then my eyes fell on the skirt hanging over the towel rack. But that was different. I planned to wear that again. Soon.
The kitchen counter had evidence of what the Ben had eaten for a late night snack. Cereal boxes and an empty cookie container were out in plain sight. Tsk tsk. Then I picked up the peanut butter and jelly jars from when I made sandwiches at lunch and put them in the fridge.
Trying to merge at the top of my road is dicey, especially when the roads are wet or icy. The incline is steep, while the visibility is sparse. I held my foot to the break.
"Why couldn't some kind person let me in?"
Later that day I was rushing to pick up groceries and swept right by a car trying to find a break in traffic.
"Sorry, buddy, You will get in eventually."
If it didn't happen with such regularity I would skate over it altogether. I am guilty of holding a double standard. When the circumstances favor me, I am a fan. If they lean toward someone else, I am stingy.
Are both aspects part of the same person? How do I feel about that? I think it is time to remember that we are in fact connected. What you are hoping for is at least as valuable as what I am. I could strive for a single standard.
One of respect for others.
