KINDNESS POLICE (A story about fickle people)

I’m always surprised when someone I know is funny towards me.


I bumped into one such acquaintance recently. I walked away from a brief encounter with her wondering if she actually knew me at all. She certainly made no effort whatsoever to be warm or receptive. She was entirely self-absorbed, in a vain, I’m-very-important kind of way.


Now, of course I have had plenty of experience with people like that: the full range from mild to extra hot bitches, from the subtle frenemies to the full-on social food chain hoes. But I walked away from my brief encounter wondering why it still unnerved me. I shouldn’t give a damn, right?




As I touched up my lipstick in the ladies room, I caught a glimpse of my daughter’s two little ponies in the mirror.


I immediately thought about how many times in her life she will have to interact with funny people.


And, of course, I wanted to write her a note:


My little one,


You are enough.

You have always been enough.

You will always be enough.


But there are people in this world who will leave you feeling less than that. Sometimes knowingly. Often unwittingly.


Be happy anyway.

Shine your light bright anyway. 

Talk lots, laugh lots, be open and receptive. 

Or be quiet.

Oh, be whatever the hell you want to be! 


But, do be kind. It’s for YOU.  





Just before heading home, I was standing talking to a warm person. A really humble person. A pretty important person too. She was actually the VIP of the event we were attending.


And, of course my old fickle “friend” headed our way, smiling at ME as if to say “ohhhh there you are!” (Ja right!)


My daughter needed to wee and for once, I was glad to rush off to her aid.


Because even the “kind” girls reach their bullshit ceiling. And I had had enough for one day.


© A Heart Full of Stories, 2016


P.S. Friends, I am by no means asking you to be spend your days and nights fretting about every person who makes a dent on your rainbow. No, no no!  I am only asking that you be sensitive enough to notice the dent they make. And move on. For you!


Aluta continua, as they say.  We’re all on this journey together.