Maybe it’s the product of having grown a little older and wiser, or maybe it’s just adaptation after a long period of having no disposable income, but I at least feel as if I have grown somewhat less materialistic over the past couple of years. Things which are just things matter a lot less to me then they once did and I certainly don’t try to chase status through my possessions. In fact I’m even growing fairly disdainful of this trait in others.
Sometimes I wonder as I’m being shouted at by a customer who hasn’t received their order when they expected it, or when it hasn’t turned out to be what they expected, or if there’s been some other issue why it all matters so much and how they can justify treating another human being so appallingly over something which in the scheme of things doesn’t matter? Don’t get me wrong in some instances their anger is righteous, when they’ve really been let down, when they’ve been misled, or when something was important as it was a gift then I can empathise, but in the cases when it’s just, well just a thing, a thing which serves no real purpose, then that’s when I struggle to understand their anger.