Free Coffee for Everyone! And Water for Their Horses!

 "We live and interact with a variety of situations that can range from slightly stressful to very stressful.  We can be like an amoeba and suck up the surrounding mood and conform to it, or we can remain detached from the situation and be in touch with ourselves.  Whatever is happening outside of us is somebody else's issue."

I used to be in charge of running the whole world.  Now I'm in charge of exactly jack-shit.  I've always like the analogy of the hula hoop.  Step inside your hula hoop - that's what you're responsible for.  It's not much, is it?  Everything outside of that circle is none of your business.

I've probably written about the following before.  I just filled up a glass of water and set it down somewhere and I can't remember where so I just got another glass of water.  I don't even look any more.  It'll turn up eventually and I've got a ton of glasses.  So don't ask me what happened a couple of months ago.

I've gotten into the habit of occasionally buying a cup of coffee for the person in line behind me at my regular stops.  I always check first, mind you, because I don't want to get stuck buying 12 specialty coffee drinks for someone making a run for their office.  It is unbelievable what people pay for some of these supercharged drinks.  It's kind of hard to rescind an offer after it goes over a certain amount.  I'm trying to be generous but not that fucking generous.

I tend to pick on young people or older folks.  I assume that a few bucks here and there means something while I can easily afford this miniscule generosity.  People are surprised and grateful.  I often talk to them for a minute while we're waiting for whatever gymnastics the baristas have to do to make this stuff.  If your drink needs a blender, an espresso machine, a sweetner of some kind, milk (whole, 2%, skim) or soy milk or almond milk or transgender milk, and shit sprinkled on top it's going to take a while to make.

One dude with a veteran's cap on always gets two glasses of iced tea.  I was behind him this day and insisted on paying.  After an appropriate time trying to refuse my offer he stuck his hand out and said: "We're old school!"  I don't know what that means.  One foreign looking woman appeared shocked and appalled even though I see her there every day.  I actually had to tell her she didn't have to accept the drink if she didn't want to.  I've been mistaken for a creepy stalker on other occasions so this wasn't out of the ordinary.

This is money I can afford to give.  I'm not stressed out financially.  And I believe with all my heart that the tighter you hold onto something the more control it has over you.