10/29/2024
I'm not sure exactly when "United WE Stand" changed to "United WE FALL".. But, I'm sure I'm tired of everyone being wrong if they have differing opinions.
The line dividing the "aisles" in political spaces are IMAGINARY; created by human ego so one side can be "RIGHT". Put differently, these lines are made to make "the others" wrong.
So too, are the lines dividing us individually... Completely imaginary... In our own towns. And worse, in some homes! I've seen entire families ruined because of one person's line/issue which became intolerable to the point the family structure collapsed and left the individuals without direction or support.
These imaginary, and often arbitrary, lines create REAL DIVISION among us all.
Humans get lost in the idea we know something; that we are intelligent. But, we've been fighting one another since the dawn of time... OVER THE SAME THINGS... holding grudges handed down to us generation after generation. And buikding new ones! No one stops to think about or fix the problem; just fight about it and be sure teach your children to do the same. How is that intelligent at all?!
Maybe once we realize it isn't the person in front of us we dislike but the part of ourselves we see in them we truly dislike... maybe then, we'll understand the root causes and find courage enough to make changes internally before we rip the very foundations of human culture apart.
Just a thought from a long-time outsider-weirdo who has watched the "normal" folks in sheer amazement...
I couldn't care less about politics... it's a dividing tool... And, that's not what this post is about... (it just serves as a prime example)
I care about how the human in front of me is doing. And, what can I do to help? Honestly, it feels that generally, I stand alone in this.
BUT, I've a core group whk are always there. And my people are finding me and pulling me along to a better place.
And, eventually, with this support and growth, I WILL find the way to resurrect the diner! And get back after the reason I opened it in the first place... To help all I possibly can before I run out of time.
Some people have religion, I was given a different gift... arranging chaos into good food served in a way that also feeds the soul. Also, a gift of getting myself in trouble; which teaches me through my quite-frequent mistakes to understad and help where I couldn't before... To create a place where troubles can be left at the door for one ever-so-brief moment...
I will NEVER give up on this dream. I will find the money and space somehow... And, I still have most of my stubborn for the rest.
I don't want, or really care for, money. I like smiles from the weary. I like guffaws from the front you can hear over the kitchen noises. I like squatting by the dish station to cramb down a bowl of mac-and-cheese before my blood sugar gets too low and I can no longer chaos. I like learning that the guy you thought might kill you when he walked in the door is actually the nicest dude in the room. I like seeing folks learn they don't have to hate or carry anger; that teaches me. I love pestering the grouch with so much positivity they can't help but to show some kind of resemblance of a smile... even if it's a low grunt... Ha!
I love looking at the crew as we after we got our asses handed to us and we're all laughing, and joking, and feeling alright... getting our stations ready to do it again tomorrow...
There's so much more I love about the grueling, under-appreciated work we restaurant-loving fools put in.
It's funny how seeing the small joy in another when they see you took the time to get it right, or care enough to fix what you got wrong... it's funny to come to understand that these ever-so-small gifts we receive from each other are far more precious than any money could ever be.
I might not remember your name... (Sooo very awful at that...) But! I'll remember your favorite orders and do my damnedest to get it right as much as humanly possible.
Much love, y'all!
(If I'm 'wrong' in your mind... Please, kindly unfriend me. I will still love you!)
