There are times when I let the petty shit get to me. I get really really pissed about stupid little things…but right now I would like to take a moment and look you in the eye, shake your hand and tell you I appreciate you. The cycling community and more specifically the messenger community. The brotherhood ( and that includes all you women too). The family. The camaraderie. The close-knit group. This is what is so hard to find in other occupations. This is what messengers miss when they move on to other jobs. This is what means so much more to me than all the million dollar law suits I file, all the save-the-day rushes I deliver, all the work, all the clients, yeah all of that shit, 10 years worth of it, doesn’t make a pile that means anything next to the family and friends.
My personal tuning fork sends out waves of energy that fall in synch with other peoples’ forks. When I get into a scrap, a tiff, a scuffle, a tussle, a discussion with someone on the street, even something as small as a hand gesture or eye contact…I’m sending out some waves that found a match and enough amplification to continue on. Sometimes a little thing on the street will piss me off and get my attention, then it carries over to the sidewalk, the bike rack, the lobby, the elevator, the office even the receptionist and of course, the dispatcher.
For example
a bus driver cuts me off and honks, as if I did something wrong…and I’m pissed. When I pull off at my next stop an office worker is sitting on the bike rack, smoking and won’t move so I can lock up, I’m more pissed, finally I lock up then head for the lobby and that same office worker puts out her cigarette and starts walking really slowly in front of me talking on her cell phone taking up the whole escalator, then she gets on the same elevator as you and hits three floors by accident because she’s holding a latte and a cell phone. The dispatcher is calling me but I can’t call back on the elevator. Then finally I get to the 34th floor and call the dispatcher back, but then the receptionist tells me to turn my phone down and take it outside. It all adds up and seems to feed off itself. Each little thing not worth my energy but each little thing takes a little more out of me.
It’s like that TV commercial where someone does something nice for someone else and it sets of a chain reaction of good deeds. Yeah it’s kinda like that but I’m talking about the negative waves of energy. At times it’s very difficult to do, but if I can pay attention to it, really pay attention to it, I can re-direct it or channel it or turn it around and pay attention to what truly is worth my energy.
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