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Disappointment. Should I change who I am? Am I a bad person? Do I really care? I resent that those thoughts have arisen once again in my psyche. We all have blind spots as to how others see us. But how often are you forcibly confronted with behavior that baffles you only to be told that you caused it yourself…
I’ve been told I scare people. I’ve been told that I’m a calm person and a happy-go-lucky soul. I’m dependable, reliable, and a joy to work with. Somehow that doesn’t jive with being told I scare people…. Something about poking the bear. I realize that people only can see you thru their own perceptions. But, hey give me a break. Why do I have the “E.F.Hutton” effect when I talk?
Do I sound exasperated? Well yes I am. What do I change, if anything? Is it okay to be me?
Ciao
2 weeks. 2 root canals. 4 visits to the dentist. But other than it’s a pain, inconvenient, and very unpleasant, I realized that I couldn’t even tell you what my dentist looked like. If there was a police line-up and they asked me to identify him, I couldn’t. I know his name. I’ve written him checks. I know he wears glasses over top of the mask.. I think he has brown hair. Hey, I could identify him by his elbows. I sure know what they look like!
Kinda strange…
Why do men think farting is something to be proud of? Ever around a guy who has just proudly tooted? He stands a little prouder, a little more full of himself. He sniffs the air. He roars, "I am man. Smell Me."
Geez…
Why do men think farting is something to be proud of? Ever around a guy who has just proudly tooted? He stands a little prouder, a little more full of himself. He sniffs the air. He roars, “I am man. Smell Me.”
Geez…
Got a call from one of my many Aunts. Seems one of my many cousins was coming in town and wanted to see DC. My SO and I often drag outa-towners around DC. All he needs is an umbrella and you couldn’t tell him from a regular tour guide. But the problem is that DC-ites flee DC in August. This place was built on a swamp and you can cut the humidity with a knife.
So off we go. 4 adults and 4 kids (7 to 13). Just wonder what they will remember. Us adults had a good time. They will probably just remember the Hard Rock Cafe and maybe the Changing of the Guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. They were pretty much in awe.
I’m amazed at how many good kids we run into. Kids like us. I figure its because I treat them like intelligent beings cause we don’t know any better. If they comment on something, we give it the same attention we would if their parents spoke. You learn some funny things that way…
I gota love kids… At the end of the day, with their second wind, they were playing hide-and-go-seek in the back seat of the mini-van. Four kids stacked in one seat. How do you hide?
Thoughts of an Old Fart 