Monday, January 30, 2006
Reverse Medusa Meets The Man With The Achilles Brain...
Girl cut me off this morning. My car almost slammed into hers. I started cursing at her and ended up at the same light as her. She was going to make a right at the light and I was going to go straight.
Her window starts to go down. I start to get excited because I think that for some reason, she’s going to say something to me. Yell at me. Why? I don’t know – but I’m about to whip up a verbal shit-storm when –
I see her and…she’s really pretty.
And she says, “Excuse me. Do you know where I can find Chapman Street?”
And do you know what I did? What I said to this distracted, horrible bitch of a driver that only seconds before had put my well-being and maybe my whole life in jeopardy?
You got that right. I totally changed in an instant.
Before I knew what was happening, a big smile crept up on my face, my voice changed and I became very, very helpful. I even apologized because I couldn’t give her better directions.
Now...there’s nothing wrong with me. This is wrong with all of us. You, me and everybody, dogs and cats included too.
Pretty people get away with EVERYTHING.
And we let them.
We run faster to help them.
We pretend we’re interested in what they’re saying.
We marry them.
We have kids with them.
We watch movies with them in it.
We let them cut through us with fiery swords.
We let them walk all over us.
We let them into our lives and we love it.
We let them.
Yes, we do.
And I must not be that pretty then...because people give me shit all of the time.