It was a patient I had. She was older, talking about her grandkids (in the cutest possible way, ever). She stopped mid-sentence and stared at me. Naturally, I asked her if she was ok, because g-damn I could not handle a patient passing out at that moment. I mean, I could… but I was exhausted. I didn’t want to, you know? She was too cute though, plus she flosses. I would have saved her, don’t worry.
You are a wonderful hygienist, I really like you.
That one sentence took my stepped-in-dog-shit type of day and turned it into a kid going to the candy store with 100 dollars type of day. Oh yeah, 100 entire dollars for candy cigarettes that my mom never let me get. Just ONE simple sentence from ONE simple woman. I smiled at her like the geek squad who just figured out how to make real glass on a real iPhone not really break would have been smiling. I thanked her, told her how fortunate I was to have patients like that, because well.. uh.. let’s be real, some just aren’t like that, then pretend hugged her in my mind and told her she was really floating my boat that day.
A simple nice deed for the day from a lady who loves her family more than Cory loved Topanga, honestly – she loves a lot of people more than Cory loved Topanga. It’s just how she rolls. Probably just being the nice woman that she is, giving compliments and making people forget they almost stepped in dog shit, she got me thinking. And we all know how that goes. But actually, she put my mind up for a challenge. What a difference she just made in someones day. I walked around like I was the star-hygienist, top-notch, pro-teeth-saver, the-best-of-the-best, not just cleaning teeth but better yet, f’ing power washing them. I quickly came back from cloud 9 and realized I wasn’t the best there ever was, but it STILL didn’t matter because someone liked me as a hygienist enough to tell me to my face while spilling their guts about grandkids.
This isn’t to brag, at all, because really I’m sure she would say that you are a great whatever you are. You know? She is that type. But it’s important, it’s needed, it’s something you should read about.
The world we live in is so harsh, so g-damn rude. People have no time. No patience. No nothing. People don’t care. I mean, not all people. This lady cares a lot, her heart is bigger than her. But a lot, many, numerous, mucho people do.not.care. And most of them will let you know they do not care, that’s how much they don’t care. They will go out of their own not-caring-way just to tell you they don’t care. I mean SHIT. We get it. You’re living in your own world where the clock is in fast forward and I’m apparently hitting rewind by speaking. NO TIME.
But some will go out of their way to tell you they like you. Or your shirt. Or your dog (still counts). Those ones make you think.
They make you think because sometimes its good to actually use your brain for things like real world shit, shit that happens daily – families lose loved ones, people lose lives, kids get bullied, teens don’t eat, someone gets called fat, someones heart breaks, someone gets horrible news and the list goes on and on and on. Yet here we are, bashing each other even more trying to beat the clock. Competing with the person next to us. Envying the body the girl walking into yoga has. And I think it takes us by surprise when someone goes out of their way to express their – simply put – NICE thoughts towards you because it’s so f’ing rare.
People are g-damn mean, to put it bluntly. In a world where we just need someone to be g-damn nice, just for once. Just to take the shit off of our shoe.
Most of us go through high school, right? We spend four (or more, it’s all good) years in a building full of judgmental assholes. I’m not saying I wasn’t judgmental, because I most likely was. That age just gets to you. I’m also not saying I didn’t go home crying almost every day, begging my mom to take me out of senior year, applying to colleges in different states just to escape, walking to my car I got for Christmas (because my parents work VERY hard and told me if didn’t do drugs they would buy my first car and smoking weed gave me panic attacks so I lucked out) to see the word ‘bitch’ written across it – for what, I’m not sure. Maybe I was a bitch that day, maybe they hated my car, who knows. But holy hell that hit hard.
Long story short – high school sucked. I probably sucked, but trying to be mean is beyond sucking. That’s what my sweet patient got into my head. That’s what she managed to make me think about, which led to writing about it, which led to a post for you. Because, again, it’s important. Trying to be mean is different level shit and I got the urge to want to scream that to every single girl in or going into high school (and then beyond that). That it really sucks sometimes. That you will try to fit in, you will talk and regret it, you will go through break-ups with so many people, you will try to be skinnier, you will spend $80 on jeans and your mom will want to murder you, but trying – with everything you have – to put someone down will get you nowhere. You are wasting your own energy, ruining someone else’s day (or year) and acting like a major a-hole.
We experience this at a very young age – we, unfortunately, are just too young to realize it.
People who go out of their way to make the people around them feel like less are not more. They are gaining a whole lot of pause hitting on their fast forward clock. For instance, the infamous ‘bitch’ car painter paused their life for a second, wasted their time and took away from their clock just to let me know they didn’t care for me. Simple as that. They used their own energy to bring someone else down and make them feel like less. (Now if I did something BEYOND mean, I get it. But I’m pretty sure I just ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and minded my own business that day). They needed it to be known, they had to bash someone for some reason I’ll never fully know of. I didn’t like (sorry, but I didn’t) the people who most likely did that to my car, just as much as they didn’t like me, but I didn’t use my time to let them know. That’s where you go wrong. I’m not saying you can frolic in a field of sunflowers and like everyone around you, life doesn’t work that way. But life is hard, sometimes days suck, we don’t pay attention and all of a sudden dog shit won’t come off our shoe, and we have the ability to clean our shoes on our own or with help. We have the power to remove the dog shit and walk in the same shoe again, or hell – take it off someone else’s shoe. Jazz those bad boys up, put those OG Adidas through the wash because I’ve done it when I was told I shouldn’t and they look banging after.
We, as humans, have the ability to not be mean.
THAT is powerful.
That patient of mine has stuck with me ever since I saw her three years ago. She is living proof that peoples clock moving two times the speed it should be can be tamed. You can slow your roll and hit LIVE for a minute. I have readers of KXC who went to high school with me, ones I never talked to much, ones I never thought would care to reach out, that have reached out. Simply just to loan me some tips on how to take my anxiety down a notch or to tell me they like what I’m doing. They took the shit off my shoe one day, just like she did as well. Those are the people we need sometimes, you know?
You can be one of them. You may even change someones day. Heck, you may even make your barista feel like the most bad-ass barista to ever live. Even if the shit on their shoe smells horrible and puts you into a dry heaving state making you gag on your sandwich. Clean it off for them. You can do it. You are better than that dog shit. And you are very pretty (or handsome).
Thanks to my cutie patootie patient for opening my eyes, x