When I was young and feeling invulnerable, the heavyweight wrestler for our university (who i worked with) told me I looked tough and cool with a cig hanging from my mouth.
He didn’t really have the capacity for dry sarcasm. I remember thinking that was not a good thing to tell me. Especially bc I knew that I wasn’t “cool”. I was a dork.
For real. Buying groceries is increasingly stressful. Folk tend to reach into personal space of others, leave their carts in intersections, and generally not give a damn about the person next to them.
I take it very slow and skip the aisle I kind of wanted something from if I see a complication I’d rather not deal with.
We never see ourselves as part of the problem. It isn’t easy, though.