In his Sunday sermon, Pastor Mark talked about planning. He told of rehearsing a conversation in your own mind before talking with someone. As he said, you think about what you will say. You imagine their response. You plan your followup. Only one problem. It doesn’t work out that way.
I’m thinking that we’ve all experienced an encounter that didn’t go to plan. Maybe that will help you understand the plight of this poor fellow.
Perhaps he was presumptuous. I’m sure he didn’t envision this reaction. Sunday sermon topic: Self Control.
The most carefully considered words and actions often have unintended consequences.
Indeed they do. Also, “There’s many a slip twixt the dock and the ship.”
When I was teaching at a university, I wondered when some young lady would get up and walk out when she was proposed to at half-time by a player. The proposals took place at several games, but all of the gals accepted.
Did you ever find out why they walked out? Shy perhaps? Need to process in private? You did say they all accepted.
Secondary Roads, I was wondering when they might do that. They never did. Proposals should be private moments and I always wondered why dramatic public proposals were done.
I understand. I agree that the proposal should be an intensely personal moment between two people. The dramatic public display makes me think that someone is full of themselves.
I dunno….seems staged to me. I’m suspicious with most stuff from the internet these days.
That said….who hasn’t rehearsed and practiced an important conversation? Sometimes I’m glad I did, then I remember everything I wanted to bring up. Although, the people in the cars around me are probably wondering who I am talking to.
How’s your foot? I’ve been thinking about you.
From some of the behaviors that I’ve witnessed in the last 30 years, I can believe it’s real. Even if it’s not, it makes for a cheap laugh.
I rehearse too. To have key words and phrases in mind is always very helpful. Nothing worse than stammering for words that won’t come so you hear ah, er, anda, like, you know, etc. I learned to stop worrying about what other people think when they see me.
My foot is doing as well as I could hope for. Thanks for asking, Lin. I do have pain, but with my regular arthritis meds it is tolerable. Okay, not fun, however. When I can stay in the recliner for an hour or so it gets nice and calm.
Sylvia is spoiling me something terrible–not that I’m complaining. Makes me glad that four months ago I was doing everything I possibly could do for her. Not that she works harder because of that, but I feel less guilty about being the object of such a plethora of tender mercies and kindness.
Hope things are going well for you at work. I’m sure you’ll keep us informed.
Be blessed . . . to the max!
¡Pobrecito! I wonder what he did or didn’t do to deserve such a treatment.
Sorry, I can’t answer that for you my brother.