The Man Who Never Changed
Hank, as we'll call him, was a cranky guy. He did not smile easily, and when he did, the smile often had a cruel edge to it, coming at someone's expense. He had a knack for discovering islands of bad news in oceans of happiness. He would always find a cloud where others saw a silver lining.
Hank rarely affirmed anyone. He operated on the assumption that if you compliment someone, it might lead to a swelled head, so he worked to make sure everyone stayed humble. His was a ministry of crainial downsizing.
His native tongue was complaint. He carried judgment and disapproval the way a prisoner carries a ball and chain. Although he went to church his whole life, he was never unshackled.
Hank is one of those miserable people who suck all the joy out of a room, and yet something seemed familiar about him. I had to read it again, and then it hit my downsized cranium that I had a lot in common with Hank. (See the highlighted lines.) I wondered if anyone knew. Shoot, I wondered if everyone knew.
I was faced with a dilemma. Should I toss the book and cleanse my mind of this spotlight on my faults? Keep reading and look for an answer? Hide in the basement? I don't have a basement. Should I try to be positive instead of negative? I don't know how to be positive, all my training is in negative. And yet, I really dislike being around people who are continually whiney and gripey. Is that how people see me? Scary thought.
Change is hard. Maybe it's too late for me. Maybe negative is my niche, an endearing quality that all my friends love. Or maybe they put up with me because they don't know how to get rid of me. Now that's a scary thought. I know people like that too, the ones who can clear a room just by being in it. You know the.... Um... Hello?... Is anyone here?... Sigh.
Until next time, may you have blessings and positive thoughts, whatever that is,