I am a tad off schedule lately. Wow, that really sounds funny coming from let’s take each day as it rolls me, but it is true. Actually I have been playing catch up since we missed our 6:55am departing bus out of NYC. I set my alarm for the correct time however it was that little AM/PM thing that messed me up. The night owl that I am subconsciously related more with the PM side of things and subsequently that is where my alarm clock remained (4:30PM) while my body remained comfortably in bed stockpiling on some REM. By the time I, the sole alarm setter, awoke it was too late. We were bus toast. Thankfully we were able to get on the next bus, a 4:20pm bus, out of the city. The late arrival home and 3AM bedtime was rough even for this veteran night dweller. We have been schedule constipated ever since.
I do have cool photos a comin’ but I wanted to post something Mr. Pavlov said that was an eye opener. We set off for NYC with our easy-going, fresh faces smiling. When we were bumped, shoved, or pushed we flowed with it. When we were tackled for the last seat on the subway we didn’t fight back. When our hands were forcefully booted from the subway pole (the pole that keeps your human parts from sprawling all over someone else) we scurried to find another. When our kids were roughly jostled by rushed NY’ers we caught them. When our taxi was
stolen taken we hailed another. We exhibited Saint-like patience and kindness.
But then something happened the longer we stewed in this environment. Our easy-going faces became distressfully determined. When bumped, shoved, or pushed we returned physical fire and threw in a warning hip check. When we were tackled for the last seat on the subway we fought back. When our hands were forcefully booted from the subway pole (the pole that keeps your human parts from sprawling all over someone else) we clenched them tighter and made the other rider scurry to find another. When our kids were roughly jostled by rushed NY’ers we glared and made cutting comments. When our taxi was
stolen taken we angrily told the young taxi hijackers to find another.
Patience and kindness who?
We could feel our attitude changing and our ugly coming on and before we knew it we almost mirrored the very behavior we disliked. It was then that Mr. Pavlov shook his head and simply said “Man, this behavior is contagious!”
Those powerful words woke us up from the contagious bad behavior spell and we stopped hip checking the elderly and gave them our subway seats once again. While not fully immunized against behavioral diseases, our experience gave us the antibodies we require to recognize future invasion one contagious exposure at a time!
How have you dealt with ugly? Got antibodies to share?