I consider myself to be a good person. I feel that i have a kind heart. I'll admit that i'm short on patience at times. And i'll also admit that a lot of the times, i like things to be done MY way.
I try to see the good in ALL people. Every person has at least something good that can be said about them. One thing. Anything. Right? I try really hard to focus on that, rather than the bad stuff. I figure that being positive about people takes less energy than being all grumpy about them. I'd rather use my energy, such that it is, on some form of knitting or sniffing wool. I mean, c'mon, who wouldn't??
Everyone has some flaws. No one is perfect. Right?
Well, apparently that's not quite true. It must be that THE most perfect person in the whole wolrd, must have driven past the house today. Just a few minutes ago, too...and YOU missed him! Poor you.
I was minding my own business. Doing something nice. Something good. Something thoughtful. Something very loving. I was walking down the driveway to the mailbox with two cards in my hand. Oh sure, maybe a little late, but it's the thought that counts...isn't it?
In my hand, i held a birthday card to my Mom...a wonderful, spunky, opinionated, determined woman, she's sharp as the day is long. My Mom is a Solstice baby. On December 21st; we won't say her exact age, but let's say this...she doesn't look it at all, my Mom will reach the 9th birthday in the decade of birthdays she's been celebrating these past years. My Mom loves me, unconditionally, i know this...and i also know that it's not always been easy.
The other card in my hand is a card to our friends at the UU Church that Deb and i used to attend when we lived in Indiana. We miss them all so much and we wanted to send them a note to let them know. They love us. We know that.
So, again, there i was...off to do this good deed, walking down the driveway, with the help of a cane, as i always do. Walking, wearing a short sleeve T-shirt(it's 70 degrees here today. WTF?!!), in a very loud shade of "raspberry" and trying to break in my new shoes which i was able to buy with some of my SSI money(now i have three pairs of shoes i can wear)...and here he comes.
As Mr. Perfect drove past he hung out of his wondow and yelled at me, "Holy Shit!
Yes. Amazing. Apparently this was his first time seeing someone of my size? Apparently his mother taught him no manners at all, nor any social graces? Apparently this man has no flaws of any kind. Only someone so perfect in appearance and being would be so rude and cruel to shout obscenities at someone like me, who clearly cannot help being who and what she is...even though i've tried for all of my entire life. Apparently Mr. Perfect, thinks that someone of this size has absolultely no feelings at all and that i don't mind when other people loudly voice their displeasure at seeing me in public. It's people like you, Mr. Perfect, who make me want to leave the safety and love of the house i live in, with even less frequency.
In this holiday season, when all should be focused on joy, love, laughter and life...my wish for you, Mr. Perfect, is that you have a wonderful holiday season with your loved ones. Apparently there must be something good and nice about you. Even if it's the tiniest of things. Someone must love you, just as someone loves me for who and what i am...without changing.
Merry Holidays to you!