Ach. A typo led to one lens of my new glasses being decidedly wrong, so back they went and in another week I'll get my clear vision again. In my twenties, it would have enraged me. With any luck, I'd have left the store before I cussed a blue streak about having to wait. Past Hank loved anger, loved the power that built up behind the rage. But nobody likes Angry Hank much.
I still feel flashes of it, heat lightning, but life is so much easier when you let the little shit roll by. I may have to wait a week, but now I won't feel embarrassed to go back. Save up the gunpowder for the big stuff. Hard won wisdom, and I'm handing it out for free.
True words indeed Hank.
ReplyDeleteYep. Exactly.
ReplyDeleteI love reading your posts, although I suck at commenting. I also wear glasses and can't see shit lately. I think bifocals are coming my way as well. Lord help us all!
ReplyDeleteSometimes, the angriest ones are the sweetest ones inside. And you, dear man, are as sweet as they come.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the glasses delay. That must have been the weirdest feeling looking through two different lenses, you knew the world was wonky, but not that bad!
Leisha: So far they seem to be.
ReplyDeleteMama: yep.
heartinhand: I hope it goes well for both of us.
liv: Sweet or lazy.
I have the opposite problem. I wish I could get angry once in a while. People take advantage of my passive nature.
ReplyDeleteThe trick is learning how to be strong without being angry.
DeleteStill, no harm asking for a little compensation...
ReplyDeleteEh, mistake was made and being fixed. They were friendly and apologetic. Good enough.
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