I tried a new coffee place a few weeks ago and felt underwhelmed at the service. I felt awkward like I was being a nuisance asking for coffee.
As I walked home I began thinking about telling my mum about this when she inevitably would ask. I even started coming up with ways I’d tell the story:
Things like “It’s not that hard to be nice, right!?” and “I’m paying YOU money, surely it’s not hard to crack a smile”.
I began to feel satisfied at the little collection of complaints I had compiled. Suddenly I realised how pointless it was.
Sure, the service sucked but whats the point in letting that live on? I could see already how the conversation would go:
“How was the cafe?”
“Oh don’t get me started…”
Why? What a boring thing to perpetuate. I can let the bad cafe die, never go back and move on with my life.
You get to choose the story and you get to choose what parts to tell (and not tell)
