Monday, January 28, 2008

Melanie's Apple Pie

Have you ever noticed that when you reach a point of experiencing something really good, it becomes increasingly difficult to settle for anything less? Like eating Melanie's apple pie sure makes it hard to enjoy a Hostess one anymore.

I am fortunate that my life is populated with many wonderful, gracious, honest and intelligent people. Friends who bring the pleasure of thought provoking conversation to the table, not industrial apple pie. People who vibrate at such a level that I never hear such things as whispered "I was asked to not tell anyone but....", people who don't interrupt a conversation that isn't addressed to them or concern them, who don't whisper on the phone when they are in the same room as other people. When I am around the negativety of critical judgementing types my head aches, and I want Melanie's apple pie. I don't like to discuss other people, or hear editorials about what they "should" or "should not" do, or what they do that is "wrong" or "right". I don't like to discuss other people at all.

I want to talk about what someone may think was the greatest singlemost application to change the way our country works, upsides and downsides, and where that may take us in the future. But lacking ideas, I'm okay talking about the weather, or thoughts on a recent movie/book. Anything but the mundane "he said, she said". Please.

I've tried to play that in the past...to be 'social' and participate in conversations that have little value. What I found was that it brought me down. I'd find myself struggling to maintain my center. I handle it now by using avoidance for those times I can be physically absent, and silence if I can't. I pay attention to my center and tune out the negativity and pettiness. It may make me appear stand-offish and snooty, but really I'm just leaving the Hostess apple pie on the shelf, and saving my appetite for Melanie's pie. Somebody will come along and buy the Hostess. And that's okay, it just doesn't need to be me.

Just something I was thinking about...

Peace

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

And we both know that Melanie herself is JUST like her apple pie!
Good post Mom