Monthly Archives November 2015

As I listened to a story told on NPR about a man who ignored the plight of a desperate child I realized that if he took the right stand in the beginning the story would have ended but would it have been as compelling?  Why does it appear to be more interesting to follow those that have done wrong then those who have done right and lived a peaceful happy life? Could it be that envy hits our heart or are we just looking for someone’s misery to bring us up in our life’s ? As one who sees the cup half full I believe it’s because we want to see those less fortunate redeemed. It is if we want to see every crying angel have their day in flight even it that day comes with wings that were shattered along the way.

If you want to forget about an emotion or some path you were taking let this creature get in the way and all will be forgotten. The suddenness of his/her (who’s judging)  movement makes sure your mind quickly turns to a different page. As I ran around at work looking for some item this little creature decided to interrupt my search and I became lost again.   It maybe small but even the largest and bravest creatures shriek upon it’s sudden appearance (hint for horror film-makers).  The mouse, a great way to forget one trouble and bring on another.

As I take a class in Guitar I’m having flashbacks of a time when I was picked last in my class.  My skills at guitar and/or confidence is lacking as my self confidence as a whole in my youth was. It felt that way throughout my formative years as I was picked last for most sporting activities even behind those who were the mascot.  Yet just as in the past I was able to pick myself up (years later) today I intend to be a great guitarist (at least in my closet) and continue to pursue this education if this time only for fun.

I’m usually the first person to say hello. A matter of fact I’m that one person who actually tries to make a conversation, even in an elevator.  So why would I ignore that neighbor who was yapping away? Well for starters he wasn’t yapping at me and for another I guess I wanted to put on a different pair of shoes. I won “friendliest” in high school and probably would have won it in the elevator if there was such a contest, so I decided to see how it felt to be as unfriendly or introverted as those around me.  To tell you the truth it didn’t feel as bad as expected I don’t even think my neighbor noticed me.   Maybe part of my friendless is due to a need to be noticed and maybe it’s not as important today as it was in the past.  It probably allowed me to be a bit more productive with my time instead of talking about “nothing”. In the end though it didn’t feel as if I was truly myself so the next time you’re standing peacefully in your elevator the one who’s trying to make a conversation will probably still be me.