Some PG-13 language in today’s post to keep it real. Yeah, I know no one says “keep it real” anymore, but the following story is true.
While working with our community’s food distribution you occasionally get grumpy people in the line. At our first food distribution I was massively chewed out by someone who didn’t want to wait in line. I can’t repeat the language here or I’d have to change this post’s rating. But I got it. People are amped up and her only outlet was to go off on me, so be it.
Back to the PG-13 story: last week a recipient is wanting food and she’s not in the system. She thinks she is. Finds out she isn’t. She’s annoyed. I can’t blame her. There’s been a couple different processes. There are several food giveaways in the community. And everyone- volunteers, food recipients, you, me- is feeling fear and anxiety to some degree. This gal is agitated wondering aloud why she has to re-register and finally lets out: “what the hell was the other registration for? What the hell why do I need to register again?”
My response? I smiled. And then I said “I know, what the hell” and chuckled.
She smiled. I smiled.
I might’ve caught the other volunteer off-guard but then they too smiled.
The point isn’t to swear more. This is maybe the second time I’ve publicly said “what the hell” in the last year. The other time was in front of my boys and nephews on the lake last summer, but that’s a story for another day.
The point is like this woman you’re going to have what the hell moments (abbreviated here on out as WTH) in the biggest WTH season you’ve ever lived through.
Your students figure out how to make all kinds of TikTok videos but can’t figure out how to upload an ELA assignment in Google classroom? WTH.
Your friend or family member posts/tweets/shares something and your only reaction is WTH.
Your kids quickly adjust to a summer vacation schedule of staying up late, binge watching Avenger movies, leaving the basement and kitchen looking like some massive party happened and no one cleaned up while you’re still going to bed by 10:30 and waking up in the morning muttering WTH.
Your children figure out new ways each day to bug the dog/cat/your spouse/their sibling/you, get the desired reaction of annoyance/growling/complaining/whining/yelling and then respond “what?!” with such genuine shock their action caused the reaction, and you’re like WTH.
I said WTH last week to diffuse tension and relieve stress. It worked for the woman in line and maybe, just maybe, calling the tense/worrisome/agitated/annoyed/stressed moment you’re living through a WTH moment will work for you too.
And if you want to keep it real, share your WTH story in the comments!
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