The Split Second-My First Blog

I always somewhat thought that “blogging” was a silly thing but here I am doing it. I do not need to tell “the world” of everything I did today or yesterday. I think to myself, “Would anyone out there, friends or anyone else, really care about my daily activities?” I am not going to post pictures or anything I found online with these blogs because I am not good at that sort of thing. I simply want to get others out there interested in my concept of how we just might take a “split second” in life to think of what we are doing and what we are saying to that we do not get in instant conflict with others in life and live life peacefully, respectfully, and thoughtfully. By the same token, no one should have to put up with anyone else’s thoughtlessness or inconsideration; however, there is a nicer, respectful way to do that. It isn’t difficult at all. I explain all of this in my upcoming book, The Split Second: In Consideration of Others or Looking Up from the Phone and How to Deal with Rudeness in Others.

I am not sure how long “blogs” should be. This one may be too long already. Today I went to IHOP in Glendale, California at 6:00 am. That is no big deal to most people, but the sign said “OPEN,” but it was not. The wonderful servers and others inside were cleaning the restaurant as they do about once a month. The sign said they would open at 6:00 am but it turned out to be another 30 minutes later I know three fantastic servers in that place. I “killed” time by shopping at Vons’ across the parking lot and “fiddling” with my cell phone. I was not in a rush to get to work but I watched six parties show up and learn from me that IHOP was not open yet so they soon drove off probably to somewhere else. When one lovely waitress opened the door, she told me that the kitchen was not ready at 6:00 am and there was nothing they could do. I smiled and remained pleasant with her and understood what they were going through in IHOP. I did not become mad or “ugly.” I took a moment or what I call “a split second to think”: these lovely people were doing the best they could. Just because they were not ready when I wanted to have breakfast was not a reason to resort to becoming negative or even bombastic. I understood and had some empathy for their position. That’s the Split Second! And it does not make me an altruistic person or a saint. Getting angry with those wonderful servers would have accomplished nothing but ugly emotions and feelings. It was better to be kind, receptive, and understanding. Now is this a good blog?