I like people a lot.
This afternoon, I was dancing to the music on the PA system at work. Out of my cash register stall and believing I was sheltered from view by stacks of candy, I shuffled and lip synced to one of those terrible songs by Selina Gomez-- glad to have finally at least recognize some sound that they were playing overhead.
I skipped and I scooted. I did robot arms and wavey noodle elbows. I twirled around, and just as I did so, I was abruptly met by a old man waiting there with his cart filled with produce-- watching me in silence. "Oof." I stuttered to a stop. I uttered a "Sorry," sheepishly skirted back into my box, reseting myself to go back to work. "Don't be," he smiles. "I appreciate the expression." And then, you wouldn't believe it, he starts singing!
He belts out a tune as he unloads his cart onto the belt, his grin growing as he does so. In this moment I could feel my accumulated bitterness towards humanity crumble away. Yes! A person who plays. A compatriot in silliness. A person who reminds me life is not all about "just getting off work and headed home" and "feeling tired". Someone who remembers to revel in their few moments-- no matter how conceivably small, despite their pain, and without regard to timeliness or place. Even at the grocery store. It's people like this that I love. 📸 I caught of my friends busting out their moves to German Haus music between filming scenes for the National Parks Commercial. You can tell why I love these people too..