I wonder if people who know me would include “angry” if they needed to use 5 words to describe me.
Personally, I think it would be #4 or #5 on my own list, but I wonder if others would feel the same way.
You know what makes me fume with anger?
I hate when I’m about to get off the train and there are people waiting to get on, but rather than stepping to the side, they block my exit. These people deserve to go to the deepest depths of hell.
Here’s the thing—I’ve gotten over being nice. I’m no longer considerate towards strangers that are shmucks. When I can help someone in need, I very often do (elderly woman struggling to carry luggage up the stairs, person struggling to push their wheelchair up a hill, etc.), but when somebody is blatantly being a shmuck, I’ve begun openly disrespecting them.
Today, I was about to exit the train, but my exit was blocked by people trying to push their way onto the train from the platform.
Yeah, the old me would have let these people step all over me so they could hop the train.
Unfortunately for them, the new me is much more aggressive and has much higher self-esteem.
These bozos SHOULD have moved to the sides of the door so those on the train can safely exit, but group-dynamics paired with stupidity has resulted in the blockage.
The doors open. The hoard tries to enter the train, preventing me from exiting. I deeply inhale, spreading my shoulders to become as broad as possible. I yell, “Excuse me!”
The crowd stops in their tracks, silent, waiting for someone to make the next move.
I plow through the crowd, shoulder-checking everybody still in my way.
They quietly inch their way on the train after I have exited.
You see that? All it takes is one confident leader to put an entire group of sheep back in their place.
Respect yourself, and don’t be an idiot.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
