I enjoy having pleasant experiences.
You’d think that’d be universal, but I swear to you, some people want to be miserable and they want to make you miserable with them.
We all make phone calls. We gotta call to RSVP, call to make an appointment, call to cancel, call to order, call to renegotiate, call to clarify, call for assistance.
Inevitably, we must deal with people who do not enjoy having pleasant experiences.
I truly don’t understand it. If I want information from someone, that means they already have it. They don’t need it; I need it. That means they already have the power in this situation. I’m asking them for information and I’m hopeful they’ll oblige. I’m vulnerable in my position of need. It is not in my best interest to grunt and yell and swear and huff at someone who has something I want.
It’s that whole flies and honey thing.
I will honey and gratitude you to smithereens. I’m positively delighted to talk to you and share a pleasant experience — you can feel my joy long distance.
It’s not just calls, it’s a way of conducting your life.
WE make the happy.
There are people who go about their business in the exact opposite way.
I’m not talking about when shit ain’t goin your way. I’m not talkin bout when you’ve been wronged and come hell or high water, it’s got to be put right!
No, no, I get that.
I’m talkin bout in daily life, why on earth would anyone want to have unpleasant experiences with total strangers?!?
We have every right to feel the way we feel, but we have no right to take it out on others.
I tell ya, if you can’t master the art of being pleasant and you can’t muster up enough self-discipline to keep quiet, it is not what the world has done to you, it’s what you’re doing to the world.
And don’t call me.