Today, three minutes ago to be exact, I had one of those mind-altering realizations that seem to go tragically unnoticed in normal, everyday life.
At four o’clock this evening, we had our monthly company social. Just for some context, our company is comprised of approximately 35 people. About 25 of these people make an appearance at these socials, and somewhere between 5 and 15 people stay till the bitter end to drink all of the beer.
I’m usually one of these elite 5 to 15 people. Hey, we’re a “start-up.” A good number of us are under 35. And we all like each other.
So anyway. We are all drinking beer and conversing about life and things, and as the beer starts to hit my blood stream, I end up as my more-talkative-than-normal self. And I realize that people are listening to me. And they are interested in what I have to say. And that’s when I realize that my life, my life that normally seems boring and mundane and usual, is so much different from these “city dwellers” who supposedly live these full, exciting lives. I realize that I am original and, perhaps, interesting.
Now, in all honesty, this is an opinion I have never had of myself. I have never thought that anyone would consider me, of all people, to be an interesting person.
Apparently that is the case. You know what? I’ll take it.
