Therapeutic musings mixed with humorous ramblings and sometimes spiritual notations of life as I know it in written form. A diary of my heart inspired by life.
Monday, July 1, 2013
100% of You
This week I had lunch with a dear friend. We went to the hospital, not
because the food is great (it can be and they have a Chick Fillet), but
because the dining room is huge so we wouldn't be crowded and we
wouldn't have to scream over the the noise like you do in some
restaurants. I had made a list on my phone of things I wanted to tell
her since our last lunch. I texted
her to remind me I had put it on my phone, or I would forget to get the
list out.... Yes, this happens to me with a grocery list as well, which
makes me wonder if it all goes down hill from here with my memory....
RABBIT TRAIL! The chattering began as soon as she picked me up and
didn't slow down until I stepped out of the car and back into the
office. We had a lot to say to each other. We got our food, picked the
table farthest away form everyone else and continued with our
conversations.... As in pleural because between the two of us you cannot
get a word in edge wise so we both just plunge in with both feet and
often and let our wisdom, opinion and our epiphanies splash all over one
another. Not to mention we both talk like Italians (with a lot of hand
waving and acting our different parts).... I've often thought it would
be more than a little entertaining to be an outsider watching us
converse. I think I only took a couple of bites of my food then pushed
it aside because I had a lot to talk about and didn't have enough time
to eat and talk without spitting food all over her and that's just plain
rude. As we were leaving she noticed I was wearing the new skirt I had
bought when we went shopping. She also noticed that the split in the
back of the skirt still had the little knot they put in them when they
are in the store so we stopped in the hall so she could cut my string
loose. I had dug my pocket knife out of my purse, she had handed me her
coke and was bent over lifting up the hem of my skirt so she could see
the string. About that time I heard someone say.... "Hi Jackie, are you
having fun?" We both looked up said hi and laughed because I know it
must have looked a little strange. She said.... "I just saw her bent
over with her head up your skirt and wondered." What could I say...
Except.... "Welcome to a day in the life of Jackie... And yes, I'm sure
I'll be blogging about it later." She laughed, walked on and my friend
took care of my string and we continued to the car. When I got back to
the office I felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders, it was so good to get those things (both good and bad) off my chest, just be able to talk to a friend who hears and understands my woman thoughts. I thought to myself.... A friend gives you 100% of their
focus when they are in your presence and you give them 100% back.
Wouldn't it be refreshing in our technologically advanced world, if
there were more people willing to focus 100% on the person they are with
when that person has something they need to say? It seems with so many
things vying for our attention, we rarely give anything or anyone 100%.
Our society now reflects our inattentiveness but we're too busy to
notice the loss and are laden with too much apathy to care.