It is funny what we notice. And what we don’t. This morning, I put my shorts on inside out. I didn’t notice this until about 6:45 a.m. Even if I hadn’t caught it, I doubt that it would have mattered. At least not to me.
Yesterday, I did the same thing with my t-shirt. Yep. Inside out. Mary was nice enough to point this out. I nodded and assured here that “I knew.” But in fact, I had only known since 2 seconds earlier… when she told me.
I really can’t tell if it is a blessing or a fault. I don’t seem to have an awareness of what people wear, or how their hair looks, or if they have on two different colored shoes, for all that matters. Most of the times I dress myself okay. But every once in a while, I misstep.
Someone asked me today if I noticed a certain woman’s really tight pants that made her look ridiculous. I hadn’t caught it. Not even close. Oblivious.
For the most part, I think we are all fairly cognizant of our five senses. We all see, hear, smell, taste, and touch things. But which of those register? I guess the things we take measure of… are the ones that are somehow important to us… on some level.
Take for instance… bad smells. I seem to remember those more than good ones.
And this just in. Karaoke. Now THAT is something I am completely aware of. Every night, at Mimi’s Dock Bar…. we are graced with Karaoke Night. And I notice. Whhhoooooo boy oh boy oh boy… do I ever notice. In fact, the reason it came to mind is because I am finding out… in this very moment… about Sweet Home Alabama…. once again. And of course, the guy who “did it HIS way” for the 38th time this week.
Here’s another. The Cat Lady. I notice her. She hangs out at the “Quiet Pool”… but she is never with anyone. She simple paddles around from here to there…. giving the random stray cats implicit instructions about this or that.
And if a human shows any interest in her, or the cats….she let’s the human know that she traps these kitties and takes them to Georgetown to be spayed or neutered. Last year, she did 10. It’s no wonder all the cats look at her with disdain, and run the other way when she calls them by her made-up names.
At least, that’s what it looks like to me.
It could be all wrong. When we notice things, it is clearly our own perceptions of the “things.” Other people may notice them differently.
I suppose it is good that we all notice different things, at different times. If it were any way else, it might be complete doldrums here on planet earth.
But as it goes now, we have lots to keep us busy.
Lots of people with lots of perceptions. And we all say we’ve come to our senses. Maybe we have.
“You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant.”
― Harlan Ellison