Sometimes, whilst on a rant about the insanity/egregiousness of people living in this town, I take a step back and think….maybe it’s not them, it’s me. To be clear, I think this post rant, not during rant.

Things I have done that have led me to this introspection:

– Said “you’re welcome” on numerous occasions to ingrates who don’t say thank you when you hold the door open for them.

– Maybe intentionally pushed into people who blatantly disregard the rules/common courtesy and board train before letting people exit.

– Asked someone/several people on the subway if they have a problem when I catch them looking at me for an annoyingly long period (once in a while they do have a problem and that’s never the best scenario, by the by).

– Rudely said “what?” to people at gym who impatiently stare at me as I fill my water bottle. Including one older woman who went on to tell me that she had just seen someone at the gym she hadn’t seen in a while. This woman was clearly going through chemo and the older lady told me she had no idea this woman had cancer (they were gym friends, she informed me) and apologized for being in a daze.

– Aggressively tapped on (more than one) car window to inform driver he/she had “almost fucking hit my child” while child looked on wide-eyed.

– Attitudinally said “I’m in line” to someone who was clearly cutting (even though once in a while the cutter had already ordered/was just looking/was not trying to get in line).

– Said “sorry” and smiled to an older woman as we did the “both side-stepping each other in same direction” dance on the street. She said “for heavens sake, move” or something along those lines to which I turned around and yelled back “well then I’m not sorry!.”

I could go on, but I think you get the gist.