This is an important life experience that I've already shared with my Facebook universe. Now I think I'll share it with the three people who read this blog-thing.
One morning a few weeks ago, I was driving home and an ambulance turned into a church in front of me.
Normally, a person should feel sort of sad and think, "Oh, I hope everyone is okay!"
This was not the case with me.
I thought, "Hmm. Someone probably had a heart attack. That's what you get for going to church all the time. Yep, churches have artery-clogging cholesterol-filled potluck dinners for every occasion. Baptisms, weddings, holidays, Wednesdays. Fatty food all the time. Stop going to church. Save your heart."
You see, I've always been sarcastic, cynical, and a little bit bitchy. But deep down, I had an actual heart. At least that's what I thought until this incident. It was pretty eye-opening when I caught myself in the middle of those thoughts.
I felt really bad.
No, I'm lying here. I did not feel that bad. What I really thought was, "Hmm, you're making a really good point, Caroline. I bet it was a heart attack!"
I'm slightly disturbed by my bitchiness.
Nope, lying again. What I'm disturbed about is my acceptance of the fact that I have a heart of stone.
I shouldn't be so okay with the fact that I'm an evil stabby meanie.
Do I have a choice, though?
What would Summer do?
