I don't understand people!

I will never understand some people. Why do people hang onto their hatred so much. Why do they let it fester so much. There is a family who we used to be good friends with, but because of dishonest and cruel things said, they no longer are our friends. But still almost two years later I still have some sort of power over this person. As most of you know I work downstairs in the basement of the Criss building at Creighton University doing graphic designing for the medical and nursing schools and also helping out in the copy center when they get too busy. Anyway the doors I work in are right across from the bank of elevators that go to the Student Lounge.

Will and I decided to go to lunch together outside and eat the free lunch paid for by Father Schlegal. What a great guy, plus who can resist free food especially when you are a student. Anyway we got done eating lunch, and we rode the elevator together. Will had to get off on the third floor for his job as a TA for parenteral lab. So I rode the rest of the way to the basement alone. I was doing fine, and thinking about all the projects I needed to complete for the day, when the elevator stopped on the first floor. In walked a rather large guy with a backpack on, not looking where he was going, just aimlessly going into an elevator as all of us do, when he looked up. Holy cow you would have though I sprouted horns and grew 50 feet tall and was snarling ready to eat him alive the way that he looked at me and turned around and RAN out of the elevator. He couldn't get out of there fast enough. Not looking where he was going, he just wanted to get out of there, ran over a girl that was also trying to get onto the elevator. She got in and wondered what in the world was his problem (she muttered this under her breath loud enuf for me to hear). I was snickering to myself the entire trip down one measly little floor, when I step out, and then I hear "ding" , and the elevator next to me opens up, and out walks this guy.

He was so afraid, and so angry that he didn't even want to ride down one stinking floor in silence to the Student Lounge with me in the same elevator. He has let his anger and hatred get this far gone. I personally think this is so sad. Why do people let their bad feelings get the better of them like this. My head wasn't spinning around. I didn't let out a hellacious fart, and I know I didn't spill my food on myself, so why couldn't they suck it up, and ride in silence down one floor, instead of embarrassing themselves, knocking over someone else, and looking totally stupid when both myself and the girl who he ran over saw him get out of the elevator next to us.

I will never understand this, but it was good for a laugh when I really needed it.