Notes from a Rich Woman-3

You’ve met them.  They look like normal human beings, then they open their mouths.  They know everything.  They never listen.  They talk to you like you’re a third-grader.   You know the people I’m talking about…the ones you avoid if you see them before they see you.    If they corner you they immediately start regurgitating their latest achievement, generously sprinkling the conversation with their Mensa score…or they start listing 1, 2-- no 3-- ways they could solve your problems—whether you want them to or not.  Why, do people behave this way?  Because they have stuffed their brains with a self-expanding goo called “I-know-more-than-you-do.”  This sticky stuff tends to plug their ears, so of course listening to what you have to say is totally out of the question.  Fortunately, this goo also clouds their vision so they don’t see you roll your eyes with indifference when they are talking AT you.  While it’s ok for people to be knowledgeable, we should also be open to other points of view.  After all, I suspect your uber-spectacular neurons are firing on all mega-billions cylinders and you show up with more than a few good ideas and solutions yourself—thank you very much.  The difference is, you are smart enough to know you don’t have to be right all the time.  Someone wise once said:  “The need to be right is a form of violence.”   Violence indeed…cause those know-it-all people make you want to slap them silly.

A Rich Woman

Note from a Rich Woman-2

Ok... get use to it.  Life is going to suck sometimes.  You won’t get that dream job you were sure you had in the bag.  Your partner demonstrates  a total lack of sensitivity and an overdose of stupidity yet again.  Or, you’ll step around a corner and hear some pretty unflattering things about you flowing from the lips of someone you trusted.   You’ll have days when sucking it in won’t make your dress fit any better.  There’ll be times when your kids test your ability to resist the temptation to become a serial killer. 

Face it, life-crap happens.    Sometimes you are powerless to stop it.  Life is like air…sometimes it’s as fragrant as a rose…and other times you just know you’re standing in a frat house bathroom on Sunday morning.   When you feel yourself getting sucked up in chaos, disappointments, and sadness, take a moment to remember that time when you laughed so hard your mascara streamed down your face like prison stripes, and you could actually see your false eyelashes balanced perfectly on your nose—without a mirror.    If you haven’t experienced a time like that lately--create one. 

A Rich Woman

A Note from a Rich Woman-1

Dear You,

I’m going to the beach today.  Can’t find my favorite towel.  Each strand of my hair is screaming “I am an individual!” There’s been a revolt and the strands are exercising their right to independence.  A bold-colored head wrap tames my curls.  I stare at myself in the mirror.  My nose is a bit crooked—just like it was yesterday when I looked.   I really do like the curve of my butt though.  It won’t fit in your hands, but these curves can certainly give a good pair of hands something exciting to do for a while.

 

The whites of my eyes are still white.  They are still flooded with that look that says “I wonder what will happen next.”   Yes, I’m still curious.  Despite the fact I’ve graced this planet for many decades--long enough to appreciate the difference between just looking good and real beauty.   One is looking at the outside…the other is looking in.

Oops..just got a text:  “dinner 2 nite?” 

Life is shrinking to a series of texts, tweets and profile updates.  Seems you are not a bonafide member of the human race unless you are friended or liked or tagged.  You don’t have to be touched.  You just need wi-fi.  Life has become so abbreviated. What happened to real social intercourse?  We have way too much social and not nearly enough intercourse.  You’ve got to really get down under the surface of life to really feel it. Got to look people in the eye…touch them…experience their presence.  You just can’t skim across the top of life waving and clicking to the crowd as you pass by.

Sure I’ll have dinner tonight.  I want to sit across the dinner table from someone who makes me laugh until I cry in my salad…someone who makes my skirt fly up uncontrollably.   I think for a moment. 

Then text: “k” 

Great…just found my towel.  Look at the time…the day is melting away.  I’ll be late for the beach. Then I remember...there is no such thing.

Cheers,

A Rich Woman