There are two types of people. Those we who come into a room and say, Well, here I am! and those who come in and say, Ah, there you are. ~Frederick L. Collins
I have come to the point in my life that I’m tired of social games. I don’t care so much about the surface issues. I dig a bit deeper. Who you “are” is important to me.
I have become one of those people that is no longer impressed if you have a lot of letters after your name. Nor am I intimidated by your family name. However, I am impressed if you look me in the eye when you shake my hand or speak my name.
Whether you went to a prestigious university or none at all is of no concern to me. I have great respect for you if you work hard to make a living.
I really don’t care whether you purchase designer clothes or you shop at a thrift store. It does not matter to me what kind of car you drive or where you live. I admire compassionate and generous people, those who are kind to others and give back to their communities.
I am not astonished by your position of power or your lack of influence. I hold in high regard those who have the courage to stand up for what they believe in and live their lives with integrity.
I am one of those people who will not try to be who you want me to be. I will be who I am whether you accept me or not. I expect the same from you. So if I ignore name dropping and celebrity status, it’s not that I don’t like you…it’s simply that I like you regardless of who you know.
Living in the Gap
March 9, 2012 – Cloudy Moon
Shadows had dropped into the indigo sky, speckled with steel and turquoise clouds. Actually I claimed they were turquoise and Dirt Man declared battleship grey. I was a bit amused as he, in my opinion, often seems a bit colorblind. As we traveled on I realized they were both steel and turquoise. The moon illuminated behind a patch of clouds, appearing as a satin sheet in the sky. The moon slipped from beneath the hazy space as the clouds lifted and moved on.