A Short Play by Rachel
Scene: RACHEL has been working as a temp in the staff office of a hospital for several months now. Her coworker, HAIRCUT (so named because her bowl haircut is the only distinguishing feature RACHEL can recall about the woman), stops typing and begins a discussion.
HAIRCUT: I've been looking at new cars, you know.
RACHEL: (turning to HAIRCUT, interested) Wow, really? Cool! Are we talking new new or new-to-you new?
HAIRCUT: New new. I'm thinking of getting one of those new Chevy Impalas.
RACHEL: Really? What color?
HAIRCUT: A brown one.
RACHEL: Is the Impala the one with the round tail lights?
RACHEL: (slightly disappointed in the realization that she was picturing another car) Oh.
RACHEL: I don't really like those. The back ends look really weird.
HAIRCUT: (angry and offended) Well, it's a good thing you won't be driving it, then! I like them!
HAIRCUT immediately turns to her computer and away from RACHEL, indicating that the end of this awful conversation has arrived.
I feel that this happens to me a lot. It's just an opinion. No need to get cranky. You can take it or leave it. You don't have to listen to me. I mean, Haircut and I could have gone on to have a philosophical discussion about car rear-ends. We could have laughed about the Oldsmobile Aurora's rear, and I could have made a self-deprecating comment about how it looks like me wearing stretch pants: wide and saggy. That's much worse than the beady-eyed tail lights of the Impala. Hilarity would have ensued instead of anger and resentment.
Seriously. She was mad at me for the rest of the time I temped there—three more months. And when she bought her Impala, she announced to me that she'd bought "that ugly car you hate so much."
Really? Be cool, yo.
The world is full of opinions. There are opinions, and there is Truth. The back end of a car looking funny? Opinion. God? Truth. Should you pray and read your Bible? The Truth is yes. Rachel's suggestions on how to work it into your schedule? Opinion.
Helpful, but still an opinion.
There are things worth getting upset over, and there are things that just aren't worth a fight—in fact, things that are downright silly to get upset about. Like the Impala.
How do you deal with the opinions of others? Do you find yourself getting more irritated than necessary?
What's your opinion? I won't get mad. Promise.