In a City of Glass Houses

And with all the looks being cast every which way, I LOVE to cause and catch these when ever and where ever I can. It not only feels good, it feels RIGHT.

You know the old saying about not throwing stones if you live in a glass house? Well, then, how does one throw a tantrum while living in an ENTIRE CITY of shatter-able glass?

Some might say, “Well, that’s an easy one. Just don’t throw a tantrum!” Or tell you to take a deep breath. Or, perhaps, one should seek anger management classes?

Well, tell that to a city of 2+million people. In New York, you can cast stones, glances, side-eyes, smart-ass comments, aspersions, and general word vomit and no one seems to even crack the facades of any single glass window, door, or wall. Seriously, no repercussions at all. And if there IS anything that causes a crack, you better believe it’ll only make the news if it’s a non-white person that cracked the glass rule book.

Now, that being said, you would think having visited off and on from 2009 thru 2012, then living here since 2013, I would be acclimated to the negativity and general nastiness on steroids by now. But there seems to be a teeny corner in my brain that still makes me try to be courteous in action if not always in words. I think it looks like this:

This, funny enough, is called the glass castle of the sea. Living deep in the sea, these beautiful sponges are tall, beautiful and are homes to many secrets. This is how I imagine that secret part of my brain that holds things like manners, respect for our public servants, servicemen and women, the elderly, and disabled, and just general common decency is held.

Deep inside my mind, like the glass sea sponges, it’s hard to get to that area to destroy it. You can throw what you like at me, but I thank bus drivers. And tell police officers to have safe shifts. And try to remember and USE peoples’ names at places I go all the time. I get all those nasty castings and weird looks from people around me, especially those who were not southern raised or manners-fed as children.

But my FAVORITE looks? These.

And with all the looks being cast every which way, I LOVE to cause and catch these when ever and where ever I can. It not only feels good, it feels RIGHT.

So, next time someone casts a stone at your glass house, make it seem as if it was cast at your inner sea castle of glass. All the water slowing down that stone gives you time to remember to smile at them instead casting one back.

You never know. You just may start a chain reaction that saves more glass houses than your own.

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