The other night I popped into my neighborhood liquor store for some hard cider to complement the cheese-based food I planned on consuming shortly after. This isn't my favorite liquor store. Although they score 4 million points for being dog-friendly, my favorite is a mile or so away and has a shabbier and more diverse clientele. When most Twin Cities residents drive their visitors down Summit to look at the mansions or drive them past iconic First Ave., I'm like, "Ooh, let's go to my liquor store. It's so gross; you'll love it."
I was tsk-tsking as I perused their prices and, out of the corner of my eye, saw a rather scruffy, disheveled man. The sort that probably isn't going home to a warm clean bed tonight.
"I'm just going to grab some of the cheap stuff," he said to no one as he reached down to the bottom shelf for something in an unbreakable bottle.
You know the type.
I thought to myself:
First of all, who are you talking to?
Oh you're going to forego the Belvedere in favor of the cheap stuff just this one time?
Now, I have such big commitment issues that blowing up an inflatable exercise ball was blog-worthy in my world so I'm hesitant to make this strong statement. But, why do we pretend that we aren't what we are?
I have a gross, messy car. It's because my hands are always full and I hate carrying stuff through two heavy locked doors and up three flights of stairs. Seriously, I purchased a 24 pack of toilet paper a month ago, and it's still in my car; I just keep bringing up one single roll in my purse as needed. In my car right now: that toilet paper, a bike saddle, half-grip-taped handlebars, a pair of crocs, a large dehydrator, a pair of socks, two dirty towels, piles of books and magazines, old mail, two broken umbrellas, and more. (Does the fact that I drive a station wagon make this less hoarder-y?)
When I ended up with a passenger, I used to say something like this: "I'm so sorry my car is such a mess. I've been crazy busy and I bla bla bla..."
Now I just say this: "I'm sorry for you that my car is gross. It's because I'm disgusting."
Is it possible to live by this credo?:
Either stop apologizing for your negative trait/s
or change it/them.
What do you think?