Went to the shops today and, for something different, I resolved not to say Thank You to the salesperson until after he or she had said it to me. I’m fed up with shop assistants never saying Thank You when you buy something (i.e. supporting the shop they work in, thereby keeping them in a job). What you usually get is there you go, no worries, or not a problem. Well, I never thought it would be a problem, asking you to do your job.
The trouble was, I kept accidently saying Thank You first by mistake, and then hearing them say Not a problem, and so getting annoyed with myself. It was frustrating. In the end I gave up and thanked everyone I handed my credit card to. I blame my mother.
When I arrived home Agnes was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. She looked so content and self-contained. She doesn’t seem to need goals or others’ approval. To get her thoughts I asked her didn’t she think life was just meaningless, so what’s the use of living. She said maybe it is meaningless but that doesn’t mean it can’t be enjoyable. She added that even though it’s messy at times, it’s still good. That was as far as we got with that conversation. Maybe that’s as far as that conversation needs to get.