Sunday, June 13, 2010
You can't hurt me
I spent a glorious day yesterday with a group of friends I do not see as frequently as I would like, but it seems we always pick up where we left off. You know those friends; the ones that you may not see for days, weeks, or years, but some ripple in time does not make it seem as long as it has.
The drive along the dark highway with only the soft “whish” of damp tires was eventually interrupted by civilization. Bright street lamps, glowing signs, and hustle and bustle of people getting where they have to go eventually encroached upon my serenity set to cruise control.
I kind of chuckled as once upon a time, the illuminated “call-to-arms” could have led to a good old fashioned redneck smack down. Not tonite. I now find the folly in what people allow to derail them. No I am not talking about any physical contact as I could see if someone punched you, pulled your hair, flicked your nose, gave you a “noogie, Indian burn, or wet-willie” which could cause a commotion if undesired, but the simple things we have allowed to become unnerving. It is quite comical actually.
“Did you kick her ass?”
“No, but I really wanted to.”
This one I have heard and I am sure somewhere the outcome did transpire into violence.
Who also started the “I will harm you and disrupt you with a loud exhale” tactic? Ever had one of those moments in line somewhere; you cannot make up your mind between the chicken or the beef? I mean a burrito can be a commitment as they do truly stick with you for a while. You pause, you vacillate between the two. Then you hear it from behind you: “Huhhhh!” “Crap, give me the beef.”
I find the “Slow-shaking-of-the-head-in-disapproval” is another tactic with its own venomous barb.
“What did I do? I mean I looked over and this dude was shaking his head at me!”
“Oh my gosh man, did you shake your head back?!”
“Damn! I didn’t think of it fast enough.”
“Maybe you ought to take the day off tomorrow to recover.”
I guess I find these things funny now. These gestures are just that, and have no more power than I give them. What does that say about me and my character to let these simple little movements and behaviors take me down. Funny how they can have a tendency to linger if you let them.
“Remember last week at the grocery, when I was trying to dig the change out of my purse, the lady behind me exhaled rudely?!”
“What? Uh, no.”
“Well, I would have said something if I didn’t have the kids with me.”
Now when confronted with these behaviors, I simply smile. Maybe that is my own passive aggressive retaliation subliminally, but not necessarily my intention. And to you “Mr. Brights-you-from-behind,” if you would like to email me your social and travel schedule, I will try to avoid your chosen path. If not, that will be me smiling at you through the rear view mirror.
Repost from: Artisan of the Human Spirit