Thursday Musings, Dumb Acts, and Poker Face
Happy Thursday, Readers,
Today's posting is dedicated to those of us who can't hide our true feelings, no matter what.
That's me. No poker face. Even my poker face is a dead giveaway! I wear my heart on my sleeve, I'm opinionated and outspoken, I care too much and trust too easily. I've tried working on that over the years, and I think I've improved a little. At least, I work at not letting anyone take advantage of my tendency to be giving. It's hard. I always want to help when I can, and I get frustrated when I can't.
I've been known to step in when someone is being verbally attacked in public (I am mouthy, ya'll. I am, after all, a Texan), and once, while on crutches, no less, from a knee surgery, I (stupidly) stepped between two drunk men outside a bar in Houston, who were nose to nose, about to fight because one of them accused the other one of "looking" at his girlfriend. The "looker" was actually at that bar with his wife, and coincidentally was a friend of mine. He was not guilty of the accusation. There was, however, some bad blood between them from past interactions.
So, there I was, this little ole twenty-something gal on crutches wedged between two drunk, irate males, both with their women standing behind them trying to pull them apart. I tried calmly talking to the one dude while looking at his girlfriend over his shoulder and asking her kindly to please take her boyfriend home, explaining that no one meant any disrespect. She agreed and was equally upset. The boyfriend kept looking at me like he just did not know what to think of me. It’s true. His head was cocked to the side just like a dog confronted with something it has never seen before.
Eventually, the snorting bulls were pulled apart, and I escaped without ending up in the hospital again for an entirely different reason.
Meanwhile, my "friends" (yeah, I put that in quotes because what kind of friends let their friend do something that dumb???!!! I'm looking at you, Sandra and Cyndi!), were standing off to the side, mouths hanging wide, struggling not to laugh. Damn them.
But I digress... Cheers to all of you who can't hide your true feelings, who care, and who do dumb stuff like me. Ya'll rock!
Now, go forth and enjoy Friday Eve, stay out of trouble, and read a good book.
P.S., Maybe don't enter any poker tournaments, though.
P.S.S. The Far Side needs an editor. The misspelling of chameleons is killing me!