I go to the same exact coffee shop every single weekday. I sit in the same table and talk to the same people. Having a constant like that gives me stability and something to look forward to each day. As cliche as this will sound, it’s nice to go somewhere where everyone knows my name. It’s not home, it’s not school, and it’s definitely not work.
This morning, the two baristas were having a discussion. I didn’t notice when it began, but I picked up somewhere towards the beginning. They were discussing whether or not taking mood stabilizing medication was a choice or not. Now, I would love to interject and splatter my own opinion all over this entry, but I will refrain and just mention that the two of them were on two very different sides of the conversation. Still, they both kept their calm and discussed their opinions in a calm tone, not interrupting one another and ending the discussion before it turned into a full-blown fight.
Personally, I would have gotten my panties in a twist and stood on my soap box and shot the other person down. No one has the right to demean what I do to take care of myself.
This morning, I realized that the way that I instinctually react is dangerous. I need to calmly and rationally collect my thoughts and convey them in a respectful manner. Passion is important, but exploding all the time is not.
The ability to discuss/argue and not yell at one another is beautiful. That moment this morning that I witnessed, was beautiful.
