Lovely Transitions

Where do I begin to tell the story of how great humankind can be
The sweet love story that is older than the cosmos.

Maybe by now, you have noticed that I have started with those special words, customized by yours truly, from the lovely movie Love Story. Why did I start this way? Simple: On my ongoing journey of transitioning from the simple, uncomplex, fine 20th century to the thoroughly complex, thoroughly pathetic, and so hard 21st century, I could think of no other words to start this new act of transition on my part.

Do any of you all remember the movie Love Story? This story involved two people who absolutely loved each other; but one of the pair died, making this love story a tragedy. For me, myself, and I: I love life, I love being alive, and I love interacting with life. However, because of all the fall-d-rall of today’s world, I have major difficulty of loving life today, with even a 10th of what I did earlier in my life.

Where do I begin to tell the story …? Well, there are the numerous drivers who insist on breaking the rules when they are driving. What stop sign, honey did you see the stop light, no right turns, turning left on red; shall I go on? Or, what about today’s so-called customer service? Press 1 if you want a so-so answer, Press 2 if you want to talk to someone inside of the current continent, Press 3 if you do not mind waiting the next 3 days on hold without any muzak, or its equivalent, and …; you get the idea. Does any business or other such organization or government, have people who are willing to treat the customer/client/patient with the degree of service such people are accustomed to or grew up with? My immediate and major thought re Customer Service is this: our POTUS needs to declare a national service of mourning for the concept known as Customer Service that promotes that the customer is always right.

Nowadays, because no one, and I mean no one of the rich and greedy companies that claim to be the best in the world, wants to even suggest, imply, or micro-consider that mistakes are indeed possible. Instead, they will do absolutely anything and everything to insure that the blame is on the customer/client/patient. Now, we are responsible for any wrong doing, no matter what.

Alrighty, time to get a bit realistic: yes, I know that companies want to make trillions of money, that companies want to be the absolute best or quite near perfect, and that companies do not want a negative image of any and all types. However, I am a child of the fifties and sixties: I have grown up, and I have been taught, complete with the complementary spanking from my father, to operate throughout my life in a certain manner. Right? Is this the way most of my readers were raised?

Today, I do not believe children are being raised properly; this is based on my experiences and first-hand interactions with others. Today, I believe that every child born believes they are the king/queen/emperor of their very own existence. They are entitled, they are in control, and they want what they want when they want it, and no later than the next micro-second. Surely, many of you have met these children, usually in their teen years, or worse, in college, and found out that I speak some truth.

Well, dear readers, I am running out of steam and motivation. Yes, I do understand that everyone is going through transitions. Yes, I do understand that there are still people like myself who want a particular type of life. And, I believe, and know, that what I write is my own interpretation of life today. ‘Til next time, dear readers.