I have a game like that.
My game can prevent road rage, alleviate the agony of
waiting in long lines at the grocery store, and even make peace with the crab
grass on the lawn.
I should probably caution you that it is not very cheerful, though. In fact, Pollyanna would be
mortified to be associated with my distorted version of her friendly little pastime.
Here is how my game works:
When something stressful or annoying happens, try to
think of something truly terrible that will force you to extend your patience
and compassion.
For example, if you get cut off in traffic, invent a
tragic tale to justify the rude person’s behavior. He probably just received a
call from the pet hospital that his dog was hit by a car, and now he is rushing
to be by its side in its time of need.
Still irked? Compound the situation.
Maybe his dog AND his wife were both hit by the speeding car. Wouldn’t you be driving like a madman?! Oh, that poor, poor man. I certainly hope he gets there quickly and safely.
Still irked? Compound the situation.
Maybe his dog AND his wife were both hit by the speeding car. Wouldn’t you be driving like a madman?! Oh, that poor, poor man. I certainly hope he gets there quickly and safely.
I’m realizing, as I type this, that the Anti-Pollyanna
Game looks much more twisted in writing, but I’m telling you, it works! In
fact, I’m playing the game right now.
Thank goodness my time-sensitive prescription in Dallas won’t
be ready until after 2:30. It won’t goof up my afternoon/evening too much,
considering that this minor time-setback will keep me off the road during what
will surely be a fatal car wreck at that intersection. How could I possibly be
annoyed about this situation when this delay will SAVE MY LIFE.
I’m thankful!
I’m relieved!I’m the luckiest person in the world!
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