I was downtown yesterday afternoon tabling at one of the high rise buildings. I’m always intrigued when I go to these places because I don’t work in that kind of environment. People wear ties and suits and they have vending machines and multi-level offices, each with its own kitchen. It’s like visiting another planet.
So I was there to spread the word about the great work we do and encourage them to volunteer. They had us haphazardly placed in a very posh break room. They were serving cookies and coffee and cider to entice their employees to venture out of their cubicles and hopefully, hear more about the non-profits they are partnering with for holiday drives. The line for the cookies was long. The line to talk to us was non-existent.
As I sat there amongst my pamphlets and handouts, I watched the people scrutinize the size-able cookies. Some would pick out just one, their favorite. Others would shove two, sometimes three onto a cocktail-size plate. A few used the “cover my mountain of cookies with a napkin” technique, hoping no one would notice their gluttony. The line was clearly stretched out down the length of the room and the trays of cookies were quickly dwindling and yet people, knowingly, would take more than one cookie.
See, if it were me, I’d be hyper-aware that there was a long line of people behind me who wanted a cookie. I would take one in the hopes of leaving more for the others who had not yet gotten their turn. That’s just how I am. Maybe that’s my people pleasing nature but maybe I am just a thoughtful person who likes to play fair. Besides, those cookies were ginormous!
I think possibly this whole cookie business is metaphoric for life. There will always be the people who will take and take, thinking only of themselves and there will always be the people who take only what they need (or sometimes not even that), thinking of others. And there will never be enough cookies.
“Cuz it don’t matter to the moon/If you’re not in my life/No the moon will just keep hanging round, hanging round/Like it’s just another night/Who find another place to shine/On some other lovers dreams/Cuz it don’t matter to the moon no, no/It matters to me/Cuz it don’t matter to the moon no, no/But it matters to me…”– It Don’t Matter To The Sun, Rosie Thomas