From Empathy to Sympathy to Apathy

If I have been nothing but polite and kind to you, and yet nine times out of ten...okay...what the hell...FIVE times out of ten you are rude to me, I go from empathy to sympathy to apathy.  

Do not ask me for a favor which takes time out of my day and then never thank me, let alone acknowledge it...or me.  There comes a time when there might be reason but no excuse.  In fact, rarely is there an excuse.

And yet I will be polite. Ever greasing the sticky wheels of society am I.  Lubing life as I stumble along.

Courtesy is the one coin you can never have too much of or be stingy with. - John Wanamaker

And now...

I get to do my work.  This is the part I love.  Running the show.  No collegial stopping.  No collegial commenting. Everyone moving through it and creating, no matter what happens (barring physical injury) and no matter what we're given.  We get to see where it goes when a spit, a curve, a slider or a split-finger fastball is thrown. The editing portion while I'm inhabiting this character is over...until I get offstage, of course, and think to myself, "That didn't quite work. I'll try something different tomorrow."

Sweet candy Christ that makes me happy!