I met a man today in on of the school cafeterias. He was making pasta and I was in his line. He danced slightly and smiled from ear to ear. he was talking to me about going to a music show which is a few days long. He was so excited about it and couldn't contain it. You could tell that he was truly happy, not some daily change that I feel a lot. I've seen him before, and always the same way. Not fake so you wonder why he's so happy, but genuine and radiant about life. I wonder at people like that. I mean with my socio-economic status it's hard for me to see a pasta maker at our public school cafeteria could possibly be happy making whatever he does. That's harsh so say, but really I think we all would say it. How would you feel if that was your job? like a failure maybe? Ok, so he doesn't have our education, our availability or whatever in life but none the less as much as we say we respect people like that we kinda look down on them. I mean, if you aren't willing to do their job then you kinda think you're too good for it, which kinda means you look down on the person that does do that job. I'm off subject, but it's worth mentioning. Anyway, it struck me today that he was so happy being where he was, doing what he was doing and often I get fed up with my status. I always think I need to be doing something new, going somewhere new, making cool new stories so that life is fresh, yet someone like that can often be happier and more joyful than we are. I strive to be happy, when really maybe I should be content where I am.
I'll write about the Mississippi trip in a few days, so get excited!
