Remember in an earlier post, I paraphrased my mother's 'what if' remark about everyone liking the same thing?
Oh sure, it's irritating when some folk can't see the error of their ways. :)
... but like my boss is always reminding us, "Perception is Reality."
There's an old story about a child's perception that never fails to amuse me:
A little boy is taking his very first plane ride. Eyes wide, he continually looks this-way-n-that around the cabin.
Unable to contain himself any longer, the child tugs on a flight attendant's pants leg and asks, "When do we start getting smaller?"
So, last weekend DH and I were driving somewhere on the Loop 101. Knowing full-well I've a phobia about Interstates 10 and 17, DH can't resist asking: "Is this the freeway you like?"
"Well ya! The lanes are wider."
Then I go to wondering, is that really the case? Federal highway traffic lanes don't have to be equidistant from one another. Do they?
(Tell that to the engineers who lay miles and miles of nightmarish white concrete across lower Louisiana swampland, and called it an interstate!)
Closer to home ...
A few years ago, I was hospitalized for a pretty severe leg injury and resulting infection. Perusing my chart, I read: "A pleasant looking white female presents ....."
To DH: "What do they mean by that?"
"Hon, that's just their perception." (Turns head, but not quick enough that I miss his eye roll.
I'll admit, some may think that sounds enormously vain. In truth, I'm enormously insecure. Yes, even at this advanced age. (smile)
I spend an unnecessary amount of time each morning -- arranging, putty-ing and freezing strands of hair -- in hopes of achieving a careless 'just fell out of bed' look.
.....Then wonder if my fellow associates - many of whom are young enough to be a grandchild - would even notice if I shaved my head!
Perception. I recall an 'older' lady, who worked with us at a local West Texas utility. Even after 40 years I've a strong sense of Millie's unsmiling face and serious demeanor. At day's end she'd stand apart at the back of the elevator with an ever-present tumbler of water ... a paper towel rubber-banded across the top.
My name's not Millie, but you know I'd probably benefit greatly from smiling - first and more often - and spending less time worrying about how others perceive me.
Judging from the hugely favorable response to Mr. Tom Hussey's photo essays (example below), perception is so, so powerful.
What do you see when gazing in your own looking glass?
Hugs from Phoenix!