Grrr

Grrr

Last night, as I was wrapping a day on set, I took a tray of leftover craft services burritos home with me. I drove to downtown Santa Monica and walked around in the alleys looking for people to hand them out to. I walked by a scraggly guy holding a 40 in a paper bag who immediately asked me for $5 for the bus (yeah right) and replied, “I don’t have cash but I’m handing out these for anyone who is hungry.” He essentially said ‘no thanks’. Another scraggly guy who appeared to be a friend of his came up and started mocking me for handing out “food to the homeless.” I told him I was handing out food to anyone who was hungry, not to “the homeless”. He grabbed the tray from me, the conversation disintegrated, and I walked away.

The encounter sucked the spirit of goodwill right out of me. So, today I went out into stupid nature, and walked through the stupid mountains, ate my stupid lunch and tried to hike off my pissy mood. It was a great sandwich; bacon, egg and cheese on ciabatta. I am a big fan of eating breakfast for other meals, especially when it also pulls double duty as a carbohydrate and protein replenishment device.

Then, I was angry at people for being loud and stupid on my lame hike. Noted. I let the drunk and stinky guys-and-burritos encounter ruin my day.

The people on the hike were actually really nice. The hike was beautiful. My mood is still a cesspool. I’m trying, dear God above, to exhibit compassion towards people on this earth, and I was met with an angry dude grabbing a tray of food from me and being mean-spirited about it. It’s going to take me a little time to smile anyway and recognize that an act of compassion itself is not necessarily about how it is received, but that it was offered in the first place. I believe it is important to keep being compassionate to everyone, even mean people, but damn, sometimes it is really, really hard.