We are an entitled generation full of the gimmies.
People who answer every call, important or no. We always want them to hold the elevator. We expect people to treat us with kid gloves, even though we would never do the same for them.
But maybe we're on to something.
See, the thing of it is, none of it matters. No one is ever going to care about us the way we care about ourselves. It is up to us to make ourselves happy, content, cherished.
So why not take, and make the best of it?
In 200 years, its not going to matter at all. Even the most memorable of us all will be forgotten like the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. The most charming and successful will be as roadkill on the 95 south in the middle of July.
We may as well make this brief time we have the most pleasant. Maybe life is supposed to just be this string of small comforts. Silly little ways to pass the time well enough.
Everyone has to schedule their own things just so, for maximum comfort.
Strategically inviting certain people to certain things for the most amusement.
Just to drown out the gaping, yawning hole before you that you can't bring yourself to name.
Best not to think like that, carry on.
Like giving a toddler your keys to play with. It doesn't really matter if they are reverse engineering the steering column or sticking the keys in their eyes, so long as they're quiet.
Perhaps that's why we have our silly little hobbies. The gossip and false romantic intrigue.
Something to pass the time. It doesn't ultimately matter if you were tall or skinny or chubby or funny. If you had a lasting, tempestuous love or more one night stands than an Ikea sale (zing). Teacher, musician, starlet, Costco parking attendant, cable guy, crazy cat lady, sea captain, monkey shit shoveler, or friggin astronaut.
It doesn't end up mattering.
We want to be comfortable, pampered, and CHERISHED, damn it! We want to be treated quite pleasantly without any fuss at all, and for free, thankyouverymuch. None of this "giving" shenanigans.
Don't you know what we're going through?
So plaster on that smile, and make another coffee date. One more day down.
Go to that new class at the gym- wasn't that fun? Almost made you forget for a while.
Let's check the fridge one more time. Still no snacks? Back to the couch then. Ooh! The commercials are over.
Did you hear what she said about him? I KNOW- the NERVE of it all! Juicy news, indeed.
And while you're at it, take one more minute for yourself to get across the street.
THEY can wait.
After all, what does it matter?
This is YOU we're talking about.