IMPORTANT PEOPLE

“I am not weird.  I am Limited Edition.”

The other day someone was explaining to me why, in spite of their indifference when it comes to racing, they watch some race or other from Monaco.  “There are so many important people there!” she gushed.

“Important?” I asked.  “Why are they important?”  The conversation disintegrated from there.  She continued to assert that they are and I continued to question why.  She finally said it was because of their status, which led to more questions, this time about status.  This also led to more frustration with someone as thick-headed as I am.

This took me back to my thoughts about youngsters and the “Look at Me!” phase of life.  Which, by the way, never ends.  We are shameless.  I’ve observed that youngsters don’t have any trouble jumping up and down, pulling at someone’s sleeve, and yelling, “Look at me,” every time they learn something amazing like balancing on one foot.

And then we grow up and get sophisticated.  Right!  OK.  We get a little more subtle.  Our “Look at Me!” takes the shape of a pontoon or a yacht or a car or a sports car or a designer dress or a haute couture.  But it’s the same, “Look at Me!”

And then we give definitions to the words like famous or successful.  And then some people work their butts off (they’re the people without butts) in a job they hate in order to buy things they don’t need to impress people they don’t like.  We are a funny bunch!

I recently saw a Facebook video posted by a man who actually had the privilege of meeting Fred Rogers in real life.  He blurted out how much he enjoyed the show and how he always watched it.  No, Mr Rogers did not thank him for compliments and keep the conversation on himself and his achievements.  Instead, he turned the conversation back to the man and asked, “Were you one of my neighbors?” as he opened his arms to give him a hug.

Mr Rogers

I hope that someday in my life I have the privilege of meeting a truly important person.  I also hope I have the good sense and courage to become a little more important.

Loveya – The Grandma

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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