Cursed

Yesterday, one of my coworkers wound up venting to me out of the blue about some frustrations he was experiencing. I listened as best I could and offered advice when he asked for it, but on the whole, I just tried my best to be compassionate and loving. After a good twenty minutes of him nearly yelling at me because of how angry he was, he let out a deep breath and said, "Thank you. I feel better."

"Anytime," I told him.

Shaking his head, he said, "No, I mean it. You're one of the few people I know that I can just vent at and you listen and you care."

"I don't know how not to care," I said.

"How dare you be cursed with a caring heart," he said with a grin.

It's a phrase that I've mulled over for the past day. Interesting way to put it, I thought. But I know what he means. In today's world, it's so easy to get sucked into this "me-centric" society we find ourselves a part of. For many people, blinders are the only way they go through life - with this blatant disregard for everyone and everything around them. I can't imagine seeing the world that way. I can't imagine not caring about other people.

I guess a curse is a good way to put it though. I never see it as such, but I can totally understand how someone might want to call it that. I mean, I've made three cakes and a cheesecake in the past month for my coworkers - whether for birthdays or otherwise. When my parents have given me this look of, "Really? You're doing this again?", I've tried to brush it off. To me, it's a great way to show compassion. And I love baking. That definitely doesn't hurt. But as I sit back and remove my mentality from the picture, I must look absurd to some people.

Really? Four cakes in the span of a month? What's wrong with that person? Do they have any idea how much money that is? How much time that is?

Funny thing is, I do know how much money it is and I do understand how much time it takes. And those two things are so trivial and so fleeting that I could care less how much of both of those things I need to sacrifice. If it makes one of my friends or coworkers or even a random stranger happy, then whatever might have been given in the process is entirely and fully worth it. I'm not here for fame or money or power or glory. I'm here to show love. It's the only thing that comes naturally to me.

Random post for tonight. Once I get Word installed on my laptop, I'm gonna hammer out another chunk of ZPO and I'm sure I'll have a boatload of writing bits to talk about when that happens.

Only a few more weeks till Camp Nano. I'm freaking out!

Currently Writing: Zero Point One
Currently Listening to: "Sleep" by Polyphony and Stephen Layton