A week ago I would have answered this question differently. I thought I treated everyone the same way. I don’t.
I didn’t realize this until the other day but first a little background.
Since my empathy is produced in pints rather than gallons, it’s always in short supply. I keep it for the people who need it most. That varies depending on my mood.
Older people with mobility issues deserve empathy as long as they are not in front of me. Then they are just annoying unless I have some of the pint left.
Kids are a mixed bag. I have empathy for the ones that work harder to fit in. The sweet ones that are targets. The quiet ones. The ones that work for what they want. There are a lot of great kids out there. (Fortunately because they will have to take care of me one day!)
Sweet animals, heck all animals, even those considered homely deserve empathy. Truth be told, they use up all my empathy before I get to people.
Stupid drivers do not deserve any. (Stupid is defined as someone who does not drive the way I do.) If you’ve been reading my blog you know one of my fantasies is to have a loudspeaker on the roof of my car. Just for educational purposes. Not to be annoying.
I would drive around and
correct educate people. I’d yell “Hey stupid, do you know what turn signals are for?” or maybe “Red lights are not suggestions! They are meant for stopping!” Anyhow you get the idea. The reason I don’t get one is that you don’t know who is packing heat these days. In the old days people just flipped you the bird. Now they kill you. Also, it may be a felony in my state. Not sure. Would have to check that. I don’t look good in orange. (Seriously, I don’t!)
This past week I was in back of one of those stupid drivers. Argh! He pulled out in front of me so I had to apply the brakes. (This was pre-coffee too. Always a dangerous time.) I could feel blood bubbling. Then I saw it.
On his back trunk there was a large bone magnet. I looked around. He had golden retrievers. Aww. How can you get mad at a golden retriever? The blood stopped bubbling and a warmth came over me. (It was either the dogs or I wet myself!) That driver got a free pass. No bad words uttered. No eye rolls. No exaggerated hand movements. Nada!
It used up my empathy for the month. Just sayin’. Be on your guard!