I knuckle the sleep-crusties from the corners of your eye.  It’s earlier than I planned, per quick consult of my alarm/phone.  Yet, my commitment to balance inhibits the compulsion towards lethargy.  My willpower lends a helpful support to raise me from your mattress.   At this point, habit and drive take over, and I ready myself to exercise.

Oatmeal and peanut butter thus consumed, a pre-workout calm then commences.  An hour of  relaxation and digestion, followed by caffeination occurs.  Once fueling up is complete, the ten minute drive to the gym commences.  (as a side note, driving to the gym does seem a bit counter-logic.  Perhaps this is a topic to be revisited?) Energetic music flows though me and I insert headphones in preparation for a great workout.

I see a man preparing to leave the facility.  He is strangely left of the ideal exit door.  I assume, perhaps not appropriately(?), that people typically exit through a right-hand door.   This assumption of course would require two doors, which this circumstance precisely provides.  Yet as I reach for the my left side door this errant patron barrels through.  I must slide to the side to avoid this asian septuagenarian and mentally remark at his inability to simply use the appropriate door.

Our normal “traffic” flow indicates that we drive on the right side of the road.  It seems reasonable to me to behave that way when navigating the difficult challenges of human traffic as well.  In a mall, if you are walking on the left hand side typically you are going against the flow of “human traffic.”  Consider a grocery or a supermarket or any large-scale retail facility and one will find that people tend to gravitate towards the right hand side, similar to car traffic, to maintain an organized and considerate flow.

Maybe this is an unreasonable though process. Maybe I’m just too considerate of my fellow-man.  Maybe I just feel we should be a little more considerate of each other.

Maybe I just don’t want to have to deal with a quintet including two children trying to wedge their way through King of Prussia in the opposite direction of normal flow?  Perhaps I like to hold the door for one who appreciates a mild gesture of decency, and says thank you, as opposed to an open-door option to sprint to the car without any regard for another human being in their path.

Probably, I wish people would just have more love for one another.

Humbly yours,

J