Getting “it”

As I had the pleasure of going through jury duty for most of yesterday, I came across the fact that there are many people who don’t get “it”. You may be wondering as to what “it” is in this particular context. Quite simply, “it” is just being able to function without wickedly flailing your soul and existence on the planet in the process.
I believe that by and large many of the people who have been “it”-ified have gone to college. This isn’t me being snooty, but more me making the observation. If you’ve made it through college, congratulations, you have a diploma for a profession you’ll most likely not be doing and much more importantly, you have an ability to deal with bureaucracy. This is in no small way a trivial skill to have. It’s great for dealing with the DMV, Postal Office, IRS, and a multitude of other things, such as the ubiquitous jury duty.
A couple of examples of those not getting “it” popped up throughout the day as I sat there, practicing meditation and mean stares. One was the people who walk in and then kind of graze around like a cow looking for the best seat in the room, or the most private spot. Look, this room is this size because they intend to fill it. There will be no empty spots. No one knows anyone else for the most part. There is no popular clique you want to be close to. Get over it and sit wherever there is a chair. God, high school must have been hell for you folks.
Another example was after they read down the list of information we needed to know. This included how we got $15 each day and that we don’t get paid for the first day. Once they finished reading, the guy next to me asked if we got $12 for being there that day. I don’t know how he wasn’t paying attention. There is nothing else to do in there but listen. It’s like not focusing on the whirring motorized sounds when you’re at the dentist.
One last one was this impatient Russian woman. I know she was Russian because I heard her speaking the language on her cellphone and I also heard her very Russian name get butchered when they called it. She kept hopping around in her seat, asking the people to each side of her, when would they be done, when can she go, how long will it take. This is pretty much the best example of what I’m talking about, because people like her don’t understand that it will take as long as it takes. You have no choice. You have to sit here and just deal with it. Getting annoyed makes no difference except to make it worse and more frustrating for you and everyone around you. I was surprised to see someone from a formerly Communist country do that, since I’ve found many Russians that I’ve known to have a great deal of patience, at least on the outside.