I haven’t written in a while. Or more correctly, I have published in a while. I have free written a couple times a week, but only had 50 words that make sense or need to be shared. I have been reading a lot online and realized that there are a lot of words out in the interwebs, most of which don’t need to be. So I was critical of my words and realized that I was contributing to the overflowing mess of the same thing instead of presenting new ideas. I wanted to talk about Sandy Hook and children dying and tried but nothing good came out.
All my writings were rants. Obnoxious, unfounded vitriolic rants about more guns being the solution being the dumbest idea ever. Then I heard that Honey Boo Boo had a second season and made more money per episode than my yearly salary. I wondered how that could be and if that is why there are 7+ 24 hour news channels.
I wrote a lot of snippets about money and others misuse of it, while I was wiping the crumbs of another unnecessary treat out of my beard. How we buy excess food, clothes, and houses, while people starve, freeze and sleep outside. I judged others and talked about the growing financial gap between the poor I pass on the street and the rich suburban dwellers that drive past me.
Last week I was sitting on the bus headed home, thinking about my day and the night which had a little time for me to sit at the computer to write. I was thinking about how I hadn’t written much and what I had wasn’t good. I wondered if I wasn’t thinking enough. If I wasn’t processing life as it happened or if I was just being lazy. I wondered if there was something in front of me I wasn’t learning from. I stared off into space while contemplating that and was distracted by a few high schoolers who came on the bus.
The bus is generally quiet in this plugged in, earbud culture so any noise is very noticeable and these kids were not plugged into anything but themselves. They talked loudly (over my mp3 player volume) about other girls, parties, and parents. They also didn’t really censor themselves and so I looked around to see the response. Sometimes there is a lady or grandpa on my gentrified bus who likes to quiet them to various results and to my own personal cringe worthy desire to be a peacemaker. I noticed the man across from me cringing and frowning. He was middle aged, and tired from a rough day of work it looked.
Moments later, as he walked off the bus he finally spoke, “Hey there, say hi to your moms for me. Tell her I’ll see her at church tomorrow.”
And with that the sweet, silent man at the back of the bus shut up the four rambunctious teenagers. They were busted. And besides a slight giggle after the doors shut from one of them, there was no loud talk after that. They all got off a couple stops later and looked around the bus to make sure no one else was watching them.
It made me smirk, because we in the plugged in world forget that people are watching us. That we are not alone and our actions impact others. We are all part of a community and there is causes and effects. We also forget that respect and accountability are major forces, which can be used for good.
It made me wonder if this or this or this would have happened if someone was honest with those around them. If respect and accountability were tenets of life for all involved. If someone else was willing to walk with and teach all those involved some respect for human life.