I decided that I'm going to keep Peek-a-boo a blog about The Peeks and I'm going to keep this one for my personal posts. This can be a place for my personal thoughts, inspirations, and pearls of wisdom.
As I was sitting at the gig last night, and a girl approached me to introduce herself, I felt myself thinking "oh boy, another one ... another person who I'm going to meet and never remember their name or having met them." I meet a lot of people going to Josh's gigs because first of all he knows a lot of people, but second of all people who like his music will come up and meet him and then he'll introduce me.
Now on to my usual thought process ... I will never remember them or their name or having met them. Josh asks me all the time if I remember meeting someone and my answer is always no. So I think when it's time to meet someone new, why bother? I'm not going to remember them. Plus I really don't like being social at his gigs. I like going to watch him do what he loves. I don't go to socialize like other people do. In addition to that, I talk ALL DAY LONG for my job. After work I don't feel like talking, I just feel like sitting there!
So last night as I heard my self saying the same thing again inside my head, and slightly groaning inside as she reached out her hand to greet me, I shut those thoughts off for a minute and acted genuinely pleased to meet her. She told me a little about herself, and then told me all about how awesome Josh is and talked so highly of me and when a woman tried to hit on him the night before, he showed her his ring. She wanted me to know what a great guy I had. She then told me she had lost her husband in Iraq 2 years ago and was just now starting to get out of the house. I felt about this big after she said that. I'm a horrible human. Here I am dreading meeting this woman, and she was only meeting me to say nice things about Josh and I, and had suffered a terrible loss herself a couple years earlier.
So I told myself last night, I'm going to stop being a B ... I'm going to happily meet people, even if I know I won't remember them later on, not only because it's the right thing to do, but because you never know who you're going to meet ... and maybe I will remember them one of these days. I know I'll remember her.
As I was sitting at the gig last night, and a girl approached me to introduce herself, I felt myself thinking "oh boy, another one ... another person who I'm going to meet and never remember their name or having met them." I meet a lot of people going to Josh's gigs because first of all he knows a lot of people, but second of all people who like his music will come up and meet him and then he'll introduce me.
Now on to my usual thought process ... I will never remember them or their name or having met them. Josh asks me all the time if I remember meeting someone and my answer is always no. So I think when it's time to meet someone new, why bother? I'm not going to remember them. Plus I really don't like being social at his gigs. I like going to watch him do what he loves. I don't go to socialize like other people do. In addition to that, I talk ALL DAY LONG for my job. After work I don't feel like talking, I just feel like sitting there!
So last night as I heard my self saying the same thing again inside my head, and slightly groaning inside as she reached out her hand to greet me, I shut those thoughts off for a minute and acted genuinely pleased to meet her. She told me a little about herself, and then told me all about how awesome Josh is and talked so highly of me and when a woman tried to hit on him the night before, he showed her his ring. She wanted me to know what a great guy I had. She then told me she had lost her husband in Iraq 2 years ago and was just now starting to get out of the house. I felt about this big after she said that. I'm a horrible human. Here I am dreading meeting this woman, and she was only meeting me to say nice things about Josh and I, and had suffered a terrible loss herself a couple years earlier.
So I told myself last night, I'm going to stop being a B ... I'm going to happily meet people, even if I know I won't remember them later on, not only because it's the right thing to do, but because you never know who you're going to meet ... and maybe I will remember them one of these days. I know I'll remember her.
