EYES TELL ME MORE
OR TELL ME LESS
In this tropical climate of SW Florida, we live in a predominantly Spanish-speaking neighborhood. At my age, and in this political climate of continually growing bureaucracies, I have created a well-beaten path to the pharmacy--well, Walgreen's, --grin! Working there is a young Spanish (Cuban) girl, who "likes the way I talk"! And we have gotten to know each another.
Standing in the checkout line, I hear her telling her Spanish friends something, and gesturing toward me...and they all laugh knowingly. I usually ask what was said. Invariably, the Peeps will tell me, "She says you are a good man, wise, kind, and sweet. She can tell by looking at your eyes. And she likes your voice." To have--at age 77--even my voice noticed by someone, is already too prideful a consideration for me.
Well...I thought that the eyes do not lie, but I am here to tell you, THEY DO! Still, I enjoy visiting the store, and since I now have eight doctors who see me regularly, the occasions for me to visit the pharmacy have become more rather than fewer. Lots of "strangers" around the 'hood now recognize and say "Hello, Steve" in my direction. And yes, I admit to enjoying Ego strokes and flattery, even when it is not justified--and that IS often.
Someone (ANONYMOUS!) commented on my blog one day about 3 months ago, something like this:
"Yes, Steve. That is what you need. Your great Pride and Ego always are in need for another Peep to soothe your mind, rub your back, praise your wit and charm, and tell you how great you are and how well you write."
OK I left it to stand, because ...well, so what? I enjoy friendships when and whence they are placed in my path. Humility? Well, I suppose this post could be named "Lack of Humility"??? Psssst...I do not really believe that!
I stand GUILTY.....mostly of being human. Sometimes, it's a bitch!
Can a Peep be "half-depressed"? That's how I have felt for a week--depressed...sort of. Bad, BAD thoughts. If you are so disposed, say a silent prayer for steveroni...THANKS!
I'm certain God will know you...and me.
Lagniappe: Ya know--I never in nearly two years in this blogger-hood have found anyone to comment on another blogger's post, "That is a horrible poem", or "Your paintings suck!" or "Why don't you go back and learn how to write?"
Of course, the Peeps I've met here ARE exceptional in their efforts, I mean WE are treated to some real professional stuff, prose, poetry and art pieces here. Even so, who of us does not enjoy the occasional praise, the support, the friendship, and even the rare soft criticism we encounter. I LOVE these blogs, and this life, and nature, and all of creation--THAT'S what bloggers do--THEY CREATE!!!! And I love ALL YOU PEEPS!
I'll stay sober today.