I was in Target the other day. I was waiting in the checkout line, number 10 to be exact, anticipating the purchase of my latest SpongeBob t-shirt, when a woman between the ages of 40 and I-hate-myself-for-having-children jumped in front of me in an intense state of frustration. Rather bewildered ate her act of social awkwardness and ineptitude of check-out line etiquette, I was at a loss for words. However, this particular woman was not. She screamed relentlessly, sounding like Linda Blair in the Exorcist, about how the store was out of pink curling irons. She even held up a blue one to emphasize the fact that pink is indeed a completely different color. The reasoning behind her outburst of menstrual-induced psychosis was that she was entitled as a paying customer to get the curling iron she wanted. It was at this moment when for the first time in my life I actually contemplated murder. The only thing stopping me was the fact that I would without a doubt get raped in prison (because I’m cute). Needless to say, this was the bean that tipped the bucket for me, and I had to switch over to line 11.
First and foremost, people are entitled to waaaaaaaaaay less than they actually think. There are too many people in this world, especially in American suburbs that need a reality check as to what they are actually “entitled” to. Curling irons, extra soymilk in your latte, a bigger penis, and fake tits don’t make the cut. However, there are hordes of people who think that just because they pay taxes, that they have the right for every wish of theirs to be granted. I truly believe that this is the essence of conflict: people are not satisfied with what they have, and the feel as if they deserve more. I’m here to tell you that just because you slave away working an extra shift at Cracker Barrel, you are not entitled to treat others like shit.
There are two things that people are actually entitled to in life, and they are safety and dignity. Everything else is a privilege and should be treated as such. I’m sorry that CVS ran out of pomegranate Vitamin Water, but no, you cannot have next prescription of Prozac for free. You have to pay the same amount for your I-don’t-feel-loved pills as everyone else.
What people need to understand is that not one single person is the center of the universe. We all contribute to each other’s well-being, so we might as well make the most of things. Humility is key and without it, we’re in for more unhappy customers at Target.