Morning Has Broken

Sometimes I wonder what the "Korner Store" guy thinks about me...

There are days I walk in there wearing an ironed brooks bros. shirt and tommy hill tie, nice slacks and some Kenneth Cole kicks, movado watch and leather jacket (pimp-tastic) walking in saying hello to everyone and making conversation with my friend behind the counter.

And then there's mornings like this one where I walk in in my "Captain Trips" t-shirt and torn champion workout pants... slip on shoes that are only a bit more visibly falling apart than my unwashed bed head hairstyle... Communicating with little more than a thank you grunt, as I throw my dollar at my friend behind the counter for the coffee I think I may die without... LOL...

Or does he even pay me any mind at all. He probably knows you can't judge people at all, not by what they wear or how they present themselves. "I'm not a hairstyle or a textile, you can't measure my soul, like and inch or a mile.." Or maybe I just have more faith in the amount of acceptance I will receive from other people, and that's why I find that acceptance waiting for me there. I'll be the first to say that expectations will be the death of us all. They lead to nothing but disappointments.* But there is something to be said for, lacking a finer phrase, "the power of positive thinking".

There's a fine line when viewing the world and people around us that we shouldn't take for granted. Alright maybe take half of it for granted. For everyone who cares there is another who couldn't care less. About what concerns you I mean. Go to a flea market sometime, and you'll see a bit of what I mean. You'll see the people who care about what they look like, and those who don't. But everyone there knows you can't judge a book by it's cover. It's the guy in the ragged sweatshirt with the unkempt hair that has got all the money. And that well dressed woman over there in the corner, she's dead broke.

Now maybe we could analyze how we build these perspectives or how differing from them can still give us clues as to the nature and intent of the subject in question. But it's a freaking Sunday morning, I just woke up and crept like the walking dead to my Korner Store for a coffee that's just starting to take effect. and now as I read back over what I've written in my coma.. (ooh zuba just came on the "jukebox" yay) I'm reminded of the principle that those who know, don't speak and those who speak don't know.... So I'll be quiet and not concern myself with worries about how the clerk at the store perceives me, because it's really just my own concern of my own perception. I'm too focused on it, and that not being in my nature, I'm going to fail myself from time to time... If only I did have such high expectations of myself ;)

Brad


* "A wise man expects nothing, thus he is never disappointed, and never grows old." Tao Te Ching