sometimes people just have to be people

Peopel are just................well...................people. Sometimes they may surprise you. Sometimes they may make you angry. Sometimes they may make you sad. And sometimes they may even bring you joy. Their main focus isn't to try specifically to harm you or effect you with any 1 of these emotions. It is just simply to live their life......day by day. So someone you know may get up an hour earlier than they usually do. (Surprise) Then they might break your brand new ipod by accidentally knocking it down and stepping on it while rushing out the door. (Anger) And when you are supposed to meet up for lunch, they just don't show up without even calling. (Sad) Then later that night they bring you your favorite ice cream. (Joy) And with a little glimpse of happiness you re-evaluate the day. You try to see it differently, perhaps even more clearly. They got up earlier because they know that you think they're lazy. Then you look around and notice how much cleaner everything around you looks. And while you're trying to fix your ipod you notice all the teeth marks on it and you remember that you left it on the little table by the front door. (The dog can reach it there) You check the messages on your answering machine and notice that there is a message from a tow truck service calling about your friend's car being dropped off at the auto shop. And finally, you see a cell phone being plugged into the wall with a dead battery. So in the end, that person who surprised you, angered you, sadened you, and nearly ruined your day, did their best to make you happy on the worst day of their own life. So the next time a person is giving you an emotion you're not too fond of, look at the big picture because you might just be feeling the same as they are. And your day just might be better than theirs.

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