Garbage Trucks And How Not To Empty Them

Hi everybody!!

A lot's been going on in my holidays. I joined Pottermore, and I love the exclusive writing from JKR. McGonagall's story is so moving, and the history about the run-ins between the Potters(translate to 'James') and the Dursleys(meaning 'Vernon') made me laugh. And it's nice to know what JKR was thinking about when she wrote what she wrote.

I read so many books, and right now I can pull the name 'Time Of My Life' out of my head. It's a book about how a working woman, gets an invitation to meet with her 'Life' which is a person who's health and happiness depends on each single action and decision of hers. When she ignores her life a little too much, Life(which, weirdly, is a man) comes after her to set both of them right. It was such a wonderful book by Cecilia Ahern, and I'm sure it is one of those books that I'd love to reread and find more meanings in.

My exams results were given out, and I'm glad that that's out the way, because I've done better than I expected.

Today, I'm going to talk about Garbage Trucks.

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If you ever received a chain mail about garbage trucks, skip to the next paragraph. There was once this chain mail I got a looong while ago, which because of its simplicity, was unforgettable. It said, how, sometimes, the reason that people are grumpy, or rude, or annoying, can be compared to a bin of rotting garbage. Who would want to keep garbage in your house? You dump it, you burn it, and if really desperate, you chuck it in your neighbour's yard. The mail something along these lines, except milder.

And every time I encounter a person who yells at me, or picks a fight for no reason at all, I try to remember the Garbage Truck logic. You don't know what that person's going through. You don't know who shoved garbage in their face today. 

They spilled their morning coffee, they ran out of toothpaste, their transport broke down on the way to work, they missed the bus back home. You snapped on the phone to a friend who hadn't called in long, you deleted all the songs on your phone by mistake. All of this, or one or more, garbage is garbage, and stinks just the same. Sometimes, the damage is much worse. A family crisis, a stock-market crash, lost life savings, lost lives, lost loves. 

If that is the case, can you blame them that they don't want to spread the sorrow? If it were you, and you were desperate for a way to feel better, would you bully a small kid? Who's you or me to say we won't, if we were in the same situation? Is it wrong for them to want, not sympathy, but somebody else to feel sorrow alongside them, even if it for a different reason, even if it's cause is them?

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The cure, the mail says, is to refuse to let them dump their garbage on you. Everyone's got a garbage truck. Make sure yours is always emptied the right way. And when somebody chucks their garbage at you..remember, it's not you they hate, it's the garbage they don't want. So refuse to take it. Smile at them, ask them, "Are you okay?" "Do you want to talk?"

You can help, or you can't. But the important part of the message, is to remember not to accept the bad feelings, and not to send it on. If possible, trade a smile.

Recycling,

☼Sunny☼