I want a pat on the back. No, a massage, and candlelight dinner. I need recognition, and praise, and gentle waves of soothing affirmations.
I have been entering phone call labyrinths, traversing the paradoxical and enigmatic underworld we know as customer service. These are dark and mysterious places, where nothing is as it should be, and no one has an actual heart beat. I will spare you the gory details, the senseless messages, the circuitous trails, the red herrings, the deceptions and subterfuge... we've all been there, on hold, punching in numbers, creating passwords, hoping to find the key that opens the next chamber!
It's just one more instance, one more mind desiccating experience to make us feel helpless, indignant, angry, and to wonder... why have we surrendered reason and elegance, human engagement, to these massive and soul-less, coddled corporate institutions? And did you know the NFL is tax-exempt? That's a non-sequiter, sort of, but good grief this is an absurd reality we've come to live in.
I'm sorry. I've been meaning to focus on light, on gratitude, on beauty, because my foot-stomping frustration never gains me relief or satisfaction. Happiness, and celebration, at least, enhance in me the courage to keep moving forward, the will to try again, to spread some good.
No more phone calls, today. I will turn my effort to laundry, which now seems almost appealing, welcome and wholesome.