whose cookies?

Was clicking on some links of people who read and comment on my blog. A link to alisonamazed led me to this blog, and this story:

A woman goes into a café one morning to have a cup of coffee. She gets a newspaper, sits down, and starts enjoying the morning. Reading the paper. Picking up a cookie from the bag she brought with her, eating it. Having a sip of coffee. There’s a guy at the counter next to her doing the same thing: having a cup of coffee, reading the paper. He reaches over and takes one of her cookies out of the bag, and she thinks, “That’s kind of strange—he didn’t even ask.” She takes another cookie, and soon he takes another cookie too. They don’t say anything to each other; they just keep reading their papers. Now she’s get­ting kind of annoyed because she really wanted to enjoy her bag of cookies, but every time she takes one, he also takes one shortly afterwards. She’s get­ting more and more annoyed; she can’t believe he doesn’t even say anything. She can’t say anything at this point either, it’s actually become too weird. Finally it gets down to only one cookie left, and he quite casually, while still not looking up from his newspaper, breaks the cookie in half, eats half, and gently pushes the remaining half toward her. She’s totally enraged at this point and can’t believe somebody could do such a thing. She eats the remaining half cookie, finishes her coffee, throws down the newspaper and leaves the cafe. She gets in her car, reaches in her purse for her glasses, and there’s a bag of cookies there. The same kind she was just eating, in an unopened bag! She’s stunned. Her angry mind totally dissolves and she feels completely silly that, not only was she getting upset about this guy eating her cookies, but she was eating his cookies! And he was even so kind as to split the last one with her!

Along with the wonderful Buddhist philosophies discussed at the Zen blog, I got to thinking about this:

How much of what we punish ourselves with, worry about, is entirely a result of whatever insecurities and fears we are dealing with in our own minds?

My bff Jill has a statement on her facebook page, which I believe is also a Buddhist idea: Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting their own hard battle(s).

I wonder if, next time I think someone’s eating my cookies, I can wonder, instead, whether I’m eating some of theirs.

4 Responses to “whose cookies?”

  1. 1 April
    April 9, 2011 at 5:22 pm

    Thanks for this Wonderful post. I’m reposting.

  2. April 9, 2011 at 9:24 pm

    Thanks for the link. Nice response to the cookie story.

  3. April 10, 2011 at 1:45 am

    What a great story!!! I can see that happening and goodness gravy good thing she never said anything!

    Great post!



  4. April 10, 2011 at 11:48 pm

    So very true. I tell my daughter that often before she goes too work. She works at a big box store and she hates it. I tell her management is under just as much stress as they put on you so just smile and do your best.

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