I'm not entirely sure when this sank in, but when I was growing up my mother would constantly remind my brothers and I to think about walking in someone else's shoes. Now at that time I thought about walking in my dad's shoes merely because the idea of wearing big shoes was somehow strangely amusing, but nevertheless I understood what she was trying to say.
____ is a good person. She works hard to make sure that her clients are always satisfied, but how do you fulfill the needs of someone that is obviously unsatisfiable. Simply said, I do not know. But wait... then I step back and realize that those people choose to be they way they are and the fact of the matter is, every office has one (or two, or three, or a whole friggin floor) of them. Some people do not wish to be happy - It is a personal choice. However, that does not make it easier for us. I think a great deal of frustrations stems not from the inability to make another human happy, but by failing to help find what that person is looking for.
I do so hope that this person finds what they are looking for. I want them to experience the love and joy that simple life has to offer.
In other news... my roommate and I are very different, but I think that we're actually starting to become better friends. I made him laugh today and making people laugh make me a happy, just-out-of-college, inexperienced, no-nothing, chip-on-her-shoulder girl.
