Me and them
I’ve had one too many close encounters of the asshole kind – I had to ask the other day is it that everyone is an asshole and that’s why I hate them or is it because I’m an asshole that I hate everyone. Well you know I don’t hate everyone but I’ve had some weird freaky encounters lately.
Let’s start with the friend who wanted to rub my nose in the fact that I made the LaLa into my dream house with beautiful high end finishes. Yes I did. And what’s your point?
Or let’s move to the guy that threw his drink on my truck because at 11 PM at night I had parked in what he deemed a cross walk but which was not marked as such – he also left a hand written note telling me what an asshole I am.
Now let’s flash back to the elder couple at La Boulangerie who said that I was rude and inconsiderate because they couldn’t get passed my truck for five minutes and I apologized but they decided to give me a lecture long past the second apology.
Or maybe it was today when I took Tin to music and it was cancelled so he wanted to go have waffles and we went to Camellia Grill at their French Quarter location and we sat down and it was surreal. Joey was waiting on us as he did last week, and suddenly a woman who had been standing there, someone I believe who worked there or something, came over and asked me where I was from and started to have a conversation but I was knee deep in a conversation with the couple sitting next to me, and here’s what happened, the so called worker said that I should remove my hat and I said it is connected to my wig, and the couple sitting next to me said they have, had two children, now have one, and then the woman talking about my hat then proceeded to tell me to take Tin to his hair salon where she goes (she had natural hair) and the couple said their 26 year old daughter died of cancer three years ago, and then I was all over the map when Tin wanted to get off the stool and sit in my lap because he’s still getting over the flu, and the couple picked up my tab, and we started to leave, and the woman who supposedly works there followed us out the door and said, “Now take his hand,” and I just snapped – SHUT UP! – and she said, “Oh now you want to talk to me,” and I was just beside myself and said, “SHUT UP!” and that was after having hugged the couple sitting next to me inside and crying with both of them for a few minutes.
I came home and said glory glory hallelujah – the truth keeps marching on. And here’s the truth – none of these incidents had anything to do with me, I’m in my own little world, but I allowed myself to get sucked into their craziness, their obsession, their truth – not mine – and I forgot to keep walking. As the guy at the Botanica said later – “sometimes we think these things are coming at us because they have a cause and effect – as if we have done something that has attracted this to us – but many times, we are just bearing witness to other people’s pain, to other’s rage and anger, to other people’s issues. Sometimes it’s best to just say hmmm, and move right along.
