Buy The Kid a Damn Chocolate

Sometimes I revisit the ideas my beautiful mind offers to update things. Like standing in line at a shop waiting to pay when your attention is drawn to a kid and parent discussing the importance of wants versus needs in front of the toy or candy shelf inconveniently but strategically place at the cashier tills. We all know the story, it ends in tears of frustration and stares of indignation and a warmish smile of understanding on my face in witness to the discomfort these incidents cause to adults. Adults are assholes, we try rationalise everything. Children live for every moment. In my observation the adults take the same approach to everything, rational. Things escalate quickly. So why do we do it?

Are we more concerned with the positive appreciation of strangers in public than our own children?

Some people are, let's call this group assholes. I believe in all things being equal, what we do from there determines our judgment from others. Sometimes you need to be the villain and say no, explain your reason and ride out the storm. Who gives a flying fuck what other people think. Sometimes you need to be the hero and buy the kid a damn chocolate because who gives a flying fuck what people think. And then there's me, watching with enjoyment the pain of these incidents cause those condescending assholes standing by silently in misery. I care not for their back story for had I the means and consent of the parental figure I'd buy the kid a damn chocolate if only to ease the burden. Children don't understand reasons and adults always have reasons and shops always have delightful little trinkets of temptation for childhood wants that frustrate adulthood needs. Next time you encounter such incident take a moment to observe the situation and if warranted, with parental consent buy the kid a damn chocolate unless you're some creepy weirdo with real issues then nevermind and stand in line quietly being miserable with all the other assholes.