Day 131 Why Do I Care?

I was eating lunch today, and when I couldn't find anyone to sit with, settled on a spot by myself. My days eating lunch by myself -I won't lie- suck. Especially when I have nothing else to do immediately afterward. Days like this, though, are GREAT for people watching. As I watched...well...people, I took my headphones out, because nothing says "Don't sit by me" like a set of headphones. I heard some variant of a language of which I am not familiar, and it irritated me, especially because there was a table of about eighty people speaking said language.

Upon this realization, I thought to myself: Why do I care? What difference does it make? Loving people doesn't involve being irritated because someone can't speak the same language as I do. Why does it matter if someone cuddles with their girlfriend (although this is really just awkward and I don't know why)?

Why do we get annoyed?

I said a something from my Christian world view which in hindsight may not have been the most intelligent thing to say, although I believe it with just about all of my being. I can't remember what the question was, but it was some variant of how I thought problem solving amongs peers should work. I said that if two people are having a problem, and I included myself in this, that a portion of the problem exists within both people.

Which means I'm the problem, because not everyone has the same problem I do.

I think that's my flatulance for the day. I'm gonna make easy-Mac.