I’m a People Person

Yesterday I ended my post with a quote about tomorrow.  It went exactly like this:

Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.

I ended by asking if you the reader knew who said that.  Suggesting no one cheat I promised to reveal the answer “tomorrow.”  So here we are, it’s tomorrow.  Did you cheat?

The quote came from a distant cousin of mine.  His name is Marion.  He was a big man, like many in my family are.  A masculine kind of a guy who was larger than life.  My family and friends loved him, so did I!  He was all-American and symbolized our family values so much so he became an icon.  An American icon.  Marion Robert Morrison is better known as the legendary actor John Wayne. That quote above appears on his headstone.  I have more to share on the thought of tomorrow.  But I’ll wait to do that until… well, tomorrow.

Meanwhile a Harris poll released in January of this year places John Wayne third among America’s favorite film stars.  He is the only deceased star on the list and the only one who has appeared on it every year since it began in 1994.  It’s quite an achievement.  I guess you could say, Marion was a People Person. And that’s a long ways to get to the point of this post. (Pretend it flows and transitions — perfectly.)

“I’m a people person.”  How often have we heard that said?  How often have I said it myself!  Can I be frank with you?  The fact of the matter is there’s a lot of them I can hardly stand.  But we gotta live with them, we have to tolerate them, so there you go.  Besides I’m one myself.  I’m a people person.  Isn’t that about as dumb a thing a people could say?   I think it is, but I’ve said it nevertheless.  I’ve been known to say dumb things.  It has however been a   l   o   n   g   time ago.

Have you noticed that people are among some of the most miserable, grumpiest species on the planet?  They’re in our neighborhoods and even look like us.  Some of them live right down the street.  Maybe you know one. Worse yet, maybe you are one!  I sure hope not.  Despite all that they have going for them, they’re miserable… cranky… sometimes mean… depressive for sure to be around.  Oft times brought on by the heartless actions of others, but just as often brought on by their own negative attitudes.

Now I’m sypathetic, believe me.  I’ve felt that pain.  My advice for those with these tendencies?   It’s time to take responsibility for your own actions people.  Don’t blame others for your misery.  You’re in control, take it… or leave it to others to pull your strings.  Take a look around you.  Smell the roses, breathe in the fresh air, even if you have to drive out of town.  Every day above ground is a good one!  Far better than the alternative, don’t you think?

Now don’t get me wrong.  It’s okay if you consider yourself a People Person.  It’s okay if you’re close to someone who is.  I used to be one myself.  It just shows a higher level of tolerance one has for their fellowman than others of us among the species.  Maybe you have to acquire a taste for them, or maybe some of us lose the attraction we once had.  But I know you can relate to many of the same gripes I have.  I mean after all, how many of us have driven behind people who don’t know how to use turn signals?  And how ’bout those who wear their sunglasses indoors — some, even at night!  Then there are those who in the grocery line wait to pull out their checkbooks until all their groceries have been rung through.  Please!  Who writes checks these days?  Who writes blogs!!??  Get the picture?  The list goes on and on.

I know what you’re thinking.  Now it comes out.  Now we see his true colors!!  Hey it’s me okay?  Just me talking among friends.  Sharing things… with people.

Nope, I’m not that people person I used to be.  I do like John Wayne though.  Maybe I should go buy me a dog.

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