Perceptions

I “borrowed” this photo from a friend’s Facebook post the other day. Or a couple of months ago – I am having issues with time lately. Regardless, the photo speaks volumes.  The first look told me it was taken during a float-trip. Not a surprise – my friends often go camping & floating in the summer. Missouri is not experiencing a drought and there are many lakes and rivers to play in.

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The second time I examined the photo, I noticed that the river was glass, reflecting its surroundings like a mirror.  The person(s) in the canoe were not rowing, but instead floating along in no hurry, kicking back and enjoying the ride.

It is also possible that the person belonging to the legs in the canoe is asleep and a different person took the photo from behind her or him. Maybe the legs belong to a jerk who is making his girlfriend (not for long) sit in the back and steer all day because she wasn’t putting out on this nightmare of a camping trip.

What I mean to say is this; we only know what the photo shows us. Our perception of the scene is uniquely ours, causing us to interpret, then feel an emotional response of some kind.

What do YOU see & feel when you look at it?

Things I Hope People DON’T Remember About Me

While pondering topic #11 “what do you most want to be remembered by”, things I did not want people to remember came to mind.

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When I was a preschooler I was terrified of butterflies. They flew at me, circled me. They were glorified, day-time moths. There was something evil about them, but no one would take me seriously. My parents were embarrassed and told me I was being stupid.

In Junior High I was a nerd with horrible acne. In High School I was an older nerd with terrible acne. There were no ProActive products around then. My dermatologist could not even help me.

College flashbacks are starting to hit me now – like the time a bunch of us girls went to a party and everyone was hungry and wanted to stop somewhere. I voted not to stop because I was not feeling well and I wanted to go back to the dorm. I was outvoted. While they were inside ordering burgers and fries, I was outside barfing into the decorative planters in front of  Burger King.

A different party, where I got blasted because I got dumped by my date to said party that morning because his girlfriend was in town. Surprise! I thought I was his girlfriend. I did his laundry the night before for him. (Oh man! Did I get a severe talking to by my dorm-mates regarding this uncalled for domestic behavior) I was so out of it, that my friends, who were not ready to leave the party, entrusted a guy we all knew to take me back to the dorm. The poor guy had to practically carry me. Then, I did not have my key to the after hours door to my dorm – so I could not get in. He had his key to the boys dorm. Risking expulsion, he snuck me through the boys dorm to get me to the main entrance of  girls dorm, where a gal heard him banging on the door and let me in. I wish I could remember my knight in shinning armors name.

Or how about the time my (I thought) new boyfriend took me on a camping trip. I was naive and figured we would camp under the stars, float the river on canoes, snuggle by the campfire.  He had other plans that I messed up. During the entire float trip the next day he treated me like crap. Made me do all the paddling, saying (repeatedly and loudly) that virgins “needed to be good for something”.  Then the jerk steers us off the main river and we broadsided a fallen log and lost the canoe.  No one in our group of friends were around to hear us call for help. The water was rushing so fast it was hard to hang on. We dared not let go and swim under the log either, for there was debris and God knows what under the water.

We must have hung on for dear life over 20 minutes before a river patrol found us and pulled us to safety. Waterlogged and bruised I spent the second worse night of my life sleeping in the jerk’s car. Did I mention he was too cheap to rent a tent? Some camping trip.

My roommate was thrilled when he dumped me. She had always hated him, suspecting he was a jerk. (Yeah – He did the dumping. I don’t know where my brain was. I even wrote love poems to the guy the week before. Gag!) I wonder what he is doing now.

These are just a small sampling of incredibly stupid moments in my life. The scary thing is – there are probably some more to come. I hope I can keep my granddaughters from finding out most of them…