Saga of a Cynic

   
 
 
 

Complaining and Blaming: As American as Apple Pie

"As Marriott goes, so goes the university" - the ancient proverb that I just made up says. I don't know if it is even slightly true, but it will suffice for the purposes of this article.
Now, I will not sit here and write that every meal in the Hamill Student Center is a prelude to the wedding supper of the Lamb, but all in all I find them pretty good. Most of the comments I hear, however, are critical and derisive of Marriott.
Students complain about the selection, the main entrees, the fat, the lack of fat (or am I the only one!), the short supply of popular Rice Krispie Treats, and the inhumane treatment of cows (?!).
For instance, Marriott recently tried something different with what they termed a "progressive dinner." All I heard were complaints. While the lack of trays did present a problem, the idea was well-meant and the food was some of the best I've had.
What I'm saying is instead of picking apart those who are trying to accomplish something and doing their best, why don't we just pick apart the food! Who knows? When we leave ORU we may miss it.
If this annoys you, stop reading. Not now - stop reading at the beginning of the next paragraph.
Wait!!! ... Don't stop reading; I was only kidding. Please stay, I'11 try not to preach so much if you will stay (yes, I am pathetic).
This brings me to the work of the Holy Spirit in my life. This work did not come in the form that I thought it would. I expected it to be a sudden drastic change. When I didn't experience it, I thought I had missed the boat.
Nonethericher, there was a change.
You see, I was way ahead of my classmates when I came to ORU. I was already a cynic. For most it takes a couple of years. I took great pride, and still do, in the fact that I am an independent thinker. But being such a free spirit made whatever I said and did pretty cheap. I don't apologize for thinking and writing what I have, but I am glad that I've matured.
I still question things, and I will never be a "yes man," but I am learning how to be more open to things that don't make sense to me. Oh, and I'm learning how to hold my tongue from judging others. For me, that's quite a feat.
Last year I began to realize how critical and self-righteous I had become. As Benjamin Disraeli once wrote, "it is much easier to be critical than to be correct." Not only is it easier, but it's also a lot more fun, I might add.
The question that finally woke me up to my state was an extremely practical one, "would I want to hire someone like me?" In all seriousness, I suppose this is a question we could all use to evaluate ourselves. On one hand it would be great working for me - I would really enjoy me.
On the other, I would be very weary of me. I know my propensity to backbite and criticize those in authority over me, and am slowly realizing how repulsive it is. All my good attributes combined won't compensate for the contentious and critical spirit that I have.
Fortunately for me, I'm smart enough to realize how stupid I was.
Oh, did I say I would stop preaching? I meant for my next article.
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
   
by Philip Pfanstiel
© 1996 The Philip Pfiles published Nov 11, 1996