You know it is unfortunate but just a fact of life that society has put us into boxes and has made it almost impossible or in any way acceptable to break out of these. Well now I have done my best to break out of boxes that I feel must be, but there are some cases where it is just easier to stay in your box. You have to pick and choose your battles. So let me get to my story, actually this is not a one time incident, but for the sake of story telling and my own dignity, I will pretend that this has only happened once. I was in the movie store, trying to pick out a movie. Now we know that it is almost impossible to find a good movie these days and no one likes to wander aimlessly through the store, but there comes a time in each of our lives, when this is what we are reduced to. So here I am wandering aimlessly, when I finally decide on what movie I want to watch. The problem is that I have not found the movie, but at least now I know what I am looking for. Well it will suffice to say that the movie is a chick flick, but unfortunately I can’t seem to find it. After debating what to do, my desire to watch the movie is just too great. I go to ask for help finding it. Now my problem here isn’t in asking for help, it is asking for the chick flick, which is socially unacceptable for me to watch. I feel that I am fairly clever and so when the raised eyebrow look was thrown my way at the mention of the movie from the guy behind the counter, I gave him a disgruntled look and said, “I told my girlfriend she could pick what movie we watched tonight.” He said, “You poor soul.” I responded, “Tell me about it, I was really in the mood for Rocky IV, but she wasn’t gonna buy it, so I guess do what you got to do.” He helped me find the movie and checked me out, wishing me good luck and hoping I would survive the movie as I left. So I lied. I didn’t feel like breaking out of the box, but I did go and watch that movie and LOVED IT. (I may or may not have cried… you could ask my girlfriend but I made her up)
Film and A Fib
An Empty Folder
I talked what seems like forever ago about a break through I had made in getting out of conversations with annoying people. Just in case you have forgotten that was the use of the nondescript excuse of I have to run some errands. However, while this is an incredible breakthrough, I have also come to realize that there are some people with which it will take more than a verbal excuse and so for people like this I have developed visual aids to go along with it. Now this part of the lesson may have to be varied depending upon what type of setting you are in, but for me on a college campus I have found a folder to be the perfect prop. This allows me to walk around freely with no real extra baggage, yet gives off the distinct air of importance and purpose. And when I get ready to deliver the all important line about my errands, I crack open my folder for just long enough as if it is giving off special powers. They normally back away from the folder, as they can only imagine how important its contents are. The best part is that while I do at times use folders on campus, I always have an empty folder available for use as a prop. It is a prop for props sake, but the folder plays.
