A Quickie
Thursday, April 27th, 2006
Another month another post. This time I’d thought I might cleanse my soul a little, as you might say.
There’s something that’s been preying on my mind for quite some time, almost from the moment this event occured, and I feel I need to lay bare my soul. I worked for an Italian dance company some time ago, and when it came time to get something to eat, I took them to an American style Pizza parlour. Coals to Newcastle, you might say. The next night they went out, (without me, y’understand) to a perfectly acceptable Indian Restaurant and had a lovely meal. My own stupidity knows no bounds. Why take them to a fake Italian restaurant when all they wanted to do was go to a place that wasn’t the norm. Listen, this might not seem a particularly haenous crime in the greater scheme of things, and I honestly believe that the company in question have long forgotten about this, admittedly trivial, incident but it preys on my mind more than it should. Possibly because of its rank stupidity, possibly because of my own mortification at how dumb I’d been, or possibly because of the sheer triviality and inconsiquence of the whole sorry affair. Why do I get bogged down in the petty, non-events and let them drag me down, rather than letting go, forgiving myself and moving on. I’m sure there are plenty of other things in the World, and my life, that I should be seriously worried about, ( no pension plan, overweight, the hospitals, the schools, the war, I could go on and on…) but no, I have to get hung up on stupid, nothing, social faux pas, and every, red faced, shoe gazer moment.
Some California-life-guru guy said ‘don’t sweat the small stuff’ ( I’m pretty sure he would have said “man” after that) and, though it makes me gag to admit it, he may have a bloody point.
Another month another post. This time I’d thought I might cleanse my soul a little, as you might say.
There’s something that’s been preying on my mind for quite some time, almost from the moment this event occured, and I feel I need to lay bare my soul. I worked for an Italian dance company some time ago, and when it came time to get something to eat, I took them to an American style Pizza parlour. Coals to Newcastle, you might say. The next night they went out, (without me, y’understand) to a perfectly acceptable Indian Restaurant and had a lovely meal. My own stupidity knows no bounds. Why take them to a fake Italian restaurant when all they wanted to do was go to a place that wasn’t the norm. Listen, this might not seem a particularly haenous crime in the greater scheme of things, and I honestly believe that the company in question have long forgotten about this, admittedly trivial, incident but it preys on my mind more than it should. Possibly because of its rank stupidity, possibly because of my own mortification at how dumb I’d been, or possibly because of the sheer triviality and inconsiquence of the whole sorry affair. Why do I get bogged down in the petty, non-events and let them drag me down, rather than letting go, forgiving myself and moving on. I’m sure there are plenty of other things in the World, and my life, that I should be seriously worried about, ( no pension plan, overweight, the hospitals, the schools, the war, I could go on and on…) but no, I have to get hung up on stupid, nothing, social faux pas, and every, red faced, shoe gazer moment.
Some California-life-guru guy said ‘don’t sweat the small stuff’ ( I’m pretty sure he would have said “man” after that) and, though it makes me gag to admit it, he may have a bloody point.
