This morning, after pouring the delicious concoction into our cups, and upon rinsing out the parts of our blender, I dropped the hard part of the lid on my bare big toe.
I jumped and moaned and exercised self control to keep myself from yelling expletives. OOOH the immediate surge of anger, physical pain, and adrenaline provided me quite the rush. I demanded an explanation.
Silver came in to see if I was okay. “Whhhhy wouldn’t evolution have selected for humans with tougher feet????” I grumbled to him.
My thought made me laugh, for several reasons:
(1) I personified evolution in that moment not unlike my previous personification of God.
(2) My entitlement. Why is it that we feel so entitled to such a pain-free, comfortable life?
(3) The need to blame something (someone?) other than myself for discomforts.
But really, it kind of is a good question. It’s not like shoes have been around that long.