I'm having one of those days where I'm losing all faith in mankind. Walter White has gone Heisenberg, the waitress at the restaurant was as friendly as a scorpion, and the nightly news makes me want to hide in a padlocked closet with a box of extra crispy chicken wings. Where's the love, people? Where. Is. The. Damn. Love?
Even the kids at our local playground have been acting like assholes lately. I had to physically remove Amelia from the jungle gym because a little girl tried to intentionally smash her head into a metal pole. And I'll be damned if I have a craving again for Skittles---while leaving the American Store yesterday, I accidentally opened the door into an elderly man's face. I had to cover Amelia's ears from the horrendous French curse words he spewed at me. I didn't even have a chance to apologize for his bloody nose or offer him a taste of the rainbow before he stormed off in the other direction.
No one holds open doors. No one offers their seat on the train to exhausted mothers who are carrying a baby and sixteen shopping bags filled with croissants and organic foreign crap because no one in this country appreciates processed foods like I do. I think I could change the entire attitude of the people with the simple introduction of Velveeta Cheese---if it can change my life, it can surely change theirs.
I'm not suggesting we go all Mayberry on each other, but for a country who swaps three kisses on the cheek for each and every greeting, they sure lack in the hospitality department. If you're gonna kiss me excessively, you could at least take me to dinner, right?
I'm even having issues with the neighbor's cat, George Clooney (yes, that's real life). He climbs through our windows uninvited and makes himself at home. I never thought I'd live to see the day when I kicked George Clooney out of my bedroom, but lo and behold, it's happened. If we can't even get celebrity cats to mind their manners, then is there really any hope for the rest of us?
I'm not asking for much, folks. Just a little more, perhaps. More kindness. More Velveeta. A smile here and a smile there. A few words of good cheer in this sad, sad world.
Like the famous philosopher Britney Spears once said, just "gimme, gimme more".