I am reprising a post from January 2013.
I’ve got someone special here with us this weekend, so I prepared this posting
in advance.
I'm sometimes very glad that we’ve not
got the power to read each other’s minds. Surely I wouldn’t be thinking this
way if we did have the power, but there are so many times that I want to shout
at people, tell them off, tell them what I think of their conduct or attitudes.
Not nice, not nice, I know.
I am invariably polite. You’ll rarely hear me say, for instance “I
like that dress,” or “I like that haircut.” What I’ll say will be something
like “What a dress!” or “That haircut is you!” There’s a subtle difference
there, and there’s no point in antagonizing some poor being who’s probably
trying her best. I do try my own best, and it may not suit everyone else.
There’s a lovely saying, attributed to Elsie de Wolfe: “Be pretty
if you can, be witty if you must, but be gracious if it kills you.” Sometimes I’ve had to be
gracious until my teeth hurt!
I knew a gal once, a friend of a friend, and she and I got talking
about people we have no use for. She said she wished she had a magic finger
that she could point, just like a kid uses his forefinger and points it like a
gun, and just cock the thumb trigger, and ‘poof’, they’d be gone. I’ve been
mulling over the idea ever since we had that conversation.*
I suppose it’s good we
don’t have this ability. It’s a
simplistic solution - and just think of the possible ramifications - but
don’t you too sometimes wish you had a magic finger like that? (other than that finger?)
But then, I wonder who might use that magic finger on me? I’d better watch my p’s and q’s.
*And in these years since the 2016 elections, I too often wish I
had that magic finger for real.
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