A wee bit more than 168 hours ago, I was tricking and treating.
Along with my wonderful Jelly Rowl, I was accompanied by several people whom I, a) knew only in passing, b) had never seen before, or c) wasn’t entirely fond of.
Interestingly, I found myself in conversation with every person in the aforementioned group and some point in our 45 minute escapade. Well, no. I said and received at least one word to and from each person.
Type a was quite nice, but I expected it to be thus.
Type b was unexpected as I usually do not talk to people I don’t know.
And still more interestingly was type c. I can’t say I knew her or ever will. I can’t say I had a reason to dislike her. I can’t say much.
I was heading in the general direction of a doorbell followed by c, b, a, and then J. When reaching out to push, I took a glance behind to make sure every one was close enough (one should not cause unnecessary delay in the lives of those generous enough to offer candy gratuitously).
“Just do it. Be assertive, man.”
That’s all she said.
She didn’t even know me, but she summed up my greatest challenge better than I could myself.
I don’t know what this means yet.
hahahaha