Imagine if we could jump into the essence of another person.
Spend a little time in there, poking around, getting a sense
of the place.
“Ah...so
that’s why that woman appears so content, taking pictures of her dog. He’s the
only one in her life whoever smiles at her...but does it really explain the odd choice in
footwear?”
“Okay,
so that’s why that guy is always so cranky...maybe he should rethink those thongs.”
“No
wonder that kid has a chip on his shoulder...I would too if I had so much trouble understanding velcro.”
If we could jump inside, even for a half a minute, it might
change our perspective about a lot of things.
Folks who always seemed so inscrutable, might just become
very scrutable.
That is if you ever paid any attention to them, in the first
place.
Because the fact is, most people aren’t really paying
attention to anyone else but themselves, most of the time.
Except for that women at the deli who always makes a face
whenever I ask her to remove all the corn niblets from my soup.
What?
I don’t like corn niblets.
Sue me....
I have my reasons.
And that’s the thing.
We’re all so busy being “us” we never take the time to consider being “them”...and
what makes them “them”.
