Do you ever have those days where you just feel off and the pipes in your head feel clogged? Almost as if a bottle of drain-o wouldn't even help because it's a kind of hazy clogged, rather than a blockage. Days like this for me go better when I can focus my energy on mindless work. It tends to be comforting to me, perhaps that's partly why I enjoyed working two jobs when I finished out my day at Gamestop. On of the things I enjoyed there was alphabetizing the games. I could spend my whole shift some days sitting on the floor putting the cases back in order. More than once I organized our bins.
Perhaps you're thinking I'm a bit off my rocker. Maybe, but in a good way. I'm not convinced that quirks, weirdness if you will, is something to be looked cockeyed upon. As you look out at the people on the streets, what do you see? A man walking his dog? A girl driving down the street in her college sticker decorated car? The lady sitting at the teller's desk in the local bank? The teenage kid working the drive through of your local McDonald's? What if we removed one of those people from existence? We might not miss them at all, but someone would. It's an indisputable fact that those people are filling some position that their specific personality may be best fitted to.
Maybe not as indisputable as I'd like the fact to be. It's no doubt people can be unhappy in their positions in life. If you would ask me, I might tell you how I feel about mine and the things that bother me. That job I had at Gamestop, one could argue that I was well suited to that job because of my desire to put things in order and the comfort I received by doing so. Now that was just one aspect of my job there that I was good at, or at least patient with. There were many other aspects which caused me to be nothing more than an average employee.
This is why we should never discount a person based on our own personal perceptions of them. Each person has value in whatever role they can fill, whatever things they excel at. Some people just haven't found their place yet, or their place has yet to find them. It would be remiss of me though, to not acknowledge the fact that many people in this world fail to live up to even their most mediocre of potentials. Those individuals are a cancer to society. Lest you find me harsh, I'm not talking of those who are unable in some way or another to care for themselves. I think it's very clear that the strong have the God given responsibility to care for those that can't care for themselves. I'm talking about those that though they have the ability, do not engage it, or they engage it to fulfill their own lusts. The quantity of people of this character (or lack thereof) is possibly a good indicator of the health of a society.
Anyways, a bonkers day it has been today for me. I know I'm still not cleared up in the head yet. I was able to spend a few minutes today breaking down and taking out some cardboard boxes for recycling, which helped a bit (neatly flattening boxes and stacking them in a nice squared up pile can be wonderfully therapeutic for me). Perhaps the only thing that would pull me out of this funk would be time spent in the presence of another individual engaged in meaningful conversation. Or sleep. Sleep can have a kind of clarifying power to it at times. Perhaps that's what I'll be relying on tonight for a better day tomorrow. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise they always say...
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