What do you get when you somehow spin out of control with your vehicle, drive straight over someone’s rural mailbox, level the pole, knock the box into the bush and skid into the ditch? Apparently, nothing. Especially if you somehow get your vehicle out of the ditch and take off without saying anything to the property owner.
Yes, that very thing happened to our mailbox this week. Not a word, a note, a knock at the door or any effort to fix it or let us know that he or she would take care of it. It got me thinking just how inconsiderate and irresponsible some people can be.
It baffles me, actually, when I see the actions of people in various circumstances. People who litter, dangerous driving, those who swear in earshot of children, dog owners who let their pets crap in public and don’t pick it up, drivers who squeal their tires to show off their souped-up vehicles, and so much more.
Maybe it is my age, where I now find myself mumbling how the younger generations simply don’t have the same work ethic, manners, or consideration for others, that we had back in the old days. That; however, it is not even a fair statement because all young people are not that way and people who are irresponsible come in all ages.
Despite who ran over our mailbox or what dog owners left the mounds of feces on walking trails, and whatever else I observed that irritated me this week, I allowed these things to temporarily shift my mood.
Whether I was taking in a beautiful, sunny day, walking on the boardwalk, watching the boats sail by, enjoying some family time with my Mom or feeling so excited for the spring weather that has blessed us this week, any number of things took place, which snapped me out of my bliss and into frustration.
When my husband texted me about the mailbox, it wasn’t that the accident happened, but it was the thought and belief that someone purposely left the scene without addressing the fact that they had damaged our property. How could people be so inconsiderate?
Reading of graffiti or of garages, homes or vehicles being broken into, I reel at the nerve of individuals who think that it is somehow okay for them to damage, enter or steal the belongings of others. I get peeved, angry and outraged, along with everyone else who has been victimized or violated.
When all is said and done; however, I feel grateful that I am not in such a horrible place in my life that I have resorted to taking my life adversity out on people who have nothing to do with my problems. When people commit crime, it is like a public display of their personal issues.
Addictions, crime and violence happen when we are no longer able to cope with our emotions or stressors that our impacting our lives. I eat chocolate to soothe my stress. I eat ice cream when I want comfort. I eat donuts when I am feeling tired, drained or need a boost.
Whatever our addictions or issues, it only complicates matters and affects everyone around us when we are spewing our toxic thoughts, feelings, words and actions all over the people we come in contact with. We are hurting ourselves and others, when we fail to deal with the things that are bringing us down.
So, for the person who flattened our mailbox, I feel sorry that you had to go through that stress of trying to get your vehicle out as soon as possible, so that you would not get caught. If you were drunk and trying to get away with it, don’t worry, it will catch up with you and maybe force you to get the help you need. Getting help is what I will pray for you.
We obviously cannot prevent things from happening in our lives that bug us, but we can decide that we won’t be the person who allows our issues, emotions or feelings to spew out, like a dog frothing at the mouth, impacting loved ones, coworkers, friends or perfect strangers around us.
Is there anything that we need to talk about, address or handle? If your answer is yes, today is a great day to start. On that note, I am off to journal and investigate my sugar addiction. Even twenty-three exercise sessions in the last four and a half weeks hasn’t curbed it. I better get on it, before I knock off a donut shop.
‘We don’t choose to be addicted. What we choose to do is deny our pain.’ ~ Author Unknown
(FYI – the cover photo is a reminder to look for the little things that bring us joy, in the midst of our struggles. This was a view from the boardwalk this week and too cute to not share.)