Are you like me? Are you wondering if you're asking yourself the "right" questions? You know, the type of questions that make you be true to yourself about what you want and who you are?
Here we go again. It's the first of the year and our proverbial slates are clean. And the big question is: What am I going to stand for this year?
You're guessing I probably work a lot on that one, don't you? And that I won't get it figured out until it's this time again, but next year. Hell, who even knows (about that)? I do know this... In the end, I hope to at least have a clearer vision of what this year was all about. Because it's that vision that will help me establish what's important to me, and what (and who) is just a fluff-piece - otherwise known, as what one woman that I know, Arolyn, calls them, a "rent-a-person(s)".
Rent-a-person(s)/people are the perfect party guest.
There's nothing particularly interesting about them. They look like everyone else, all the time. They're always "Great!" when you ask them how they're doing. They have smiling perfected. They always smile so tough that you know, deep in your heart, that there's something really disingenuous and kind of sinister about them. But like I said, they're great at parties. Because you can ignore them.
They're wonderful room fillers. You know they're good when, they're so busy doing their schtick that when you make a faux pas by inviting them to a party that you forgot to cancel, they show up alone and when you leave the room, you still hear them exchanging pleasantries with someone else.
Scary.
Anyway, you should have a party and invite one of them. You could celebrate that it's January. Or better still, you could have an "Embrace the Decade" party. How catch phrase, buzz word and apropos.
Oh, that's right, we finely tune everything for a party and get it perfect - you know, so we're not in the kitchen too long, staying away from our guests or we include things for them to do (which aren't things we're necessarily interested in). So, maybe it's not the optimum party experience, but it's something.
Then someone asks you why your guests are saying that you're not talking to them. They want to know what's happened to that great conversation you were having. And you're thinking, "What? Do you see the sweat rolling down the middle of my forehead, as I'm trying to get everything to finish cooking at the same time? What, pray tell, are you talking about? "
Being "too busy" to actually care to address the comment, you shrug your shoulders and keep moving. Ignoring them, yet again.
We understand how you feel. As quiet as it's kept, that's not uncommon.
It's just that, well, you could be standing for something. Because you could put something in a guests hands, as you're walking by, busing dirty plates and glasses. Imagine that: Placing something they would pay to never carry, right there in the hands of the whiny and fake people you want to get away from.
Inside your kitchen, something amazing - something no one would ever imagine happens.
Although your sink is piled a mile high with dirty pots and cheese stained hor d'oeuvre baking pans, and as much as you hate to do hand-washable bone china and your delicate crystal stemware, it suddenly makes sense to wash every single dish, alone. You've had an epiphany.
You could let them help. But then, you can't. And because you're old school - you think, They're my guests and for the sake of good manners, I don't want them to help.
Now that's a fine commentary on how-to ignore the very party guests you want to get away from.
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