move please...now

lately, the sentence that most frequently flies out of my mouth is, "Get out of my way." i thought this was just the case at the restaurant, but no...i often say it elsewhere, which leaves me no sufficient justification for such a grossly entitled thought.

K. gave me a tip - when turning around, turn in one spot. This i will make an effort to do. instead of trying to save half of a second by leaning into my turn and barreling into another person, i will turn in one place and look before i proceed.

i do try and give other people the right of way. sometimes. rarely. i am sometimes, rarely successful at yielding outside of work. thus, people who do not work with me can be mislead to believe i possess a patient and gracious disposition. as one of confucious' successors pointed out - if we saw a child about to fall into a well, we might feel anxiety and rush to save him - but only if the child was neutral regarding our interests. however, if we could in some way benefit from the child's fall or if the child was a roadblock to some gain we desperately craved, we would probably give him a good shove.* as much as i hate to admit it, based on my impulse to have, exclusively my own way, i wouldn't put it past myself to shove the kid in.

this is but one of the milder thoughts that confirms my need for a Redeemer.   

*Alan Jacobs, Original Sin