You know that exercise they do in law school? A stranger bursts into a room of students and does something … shouts, dances, jumps up and down. Or they run into the room and run right back out.
How about the party game at a dinner table? The person at the head of the table whispers something to the person next to them and tells them … “Pass it on.”
In one instance, the law professor reminds the students that the weakest form of evidence is an eye witness account.
In the other, by the time the message gets back to the person who started, it has changed completely.
Of all the aspects of psychology, I am fascinated most by perception. We color what we see internally … seeing our world in our unique way.
By the way …
Glad to be back !!
I’ve missed you … whoever you are out there in cyber-space.
And for the last three weeks, I have been missing my main soul-sista and one of my most trusted BETA readers.
We talk every day except for three weeks a year when she travels to various spots on the globe. Off she treks to Africa or the Middle East, to Spain or Bali … to Vietnam or Paris.
And even then, she finds international calling cards or phones and gives me a holler or sends e-mails. Imagine that? Emails from the Serengetee?
And during those weeks, her younger sister from New York comes down to “cat sit.”
Yes, my soul-sista is one of those cat-obsessed types who must have a very special type of “sitting” for her beloved cat. Don’t ask.
My friend comes from a family of eight siblings … four boys and four girls. Her mother worked two full time jobs and ran a tax business to support them after she and her husband split.
She loves to tell me stories about her siblings and her mom. I’ve fallen in love with her mom from hearing stories of her.
A woman who worked two jobs, checked homework and infused a love of learning and hard work in all her children … a woman who did not see a single of one them as she saw any of the others.
She talked to each of them differently, advised and guided each of them along a path in life and set in motion the successful lives of eight individuals.
Dozens of times my friend and her younger sister have recounted the same story of a family incident. One would think they were talking about two different families.
Like I might have believed my two older brothers were raised by two completely different parents. Well not really. We all three, were raised by the same two people.
But none of us saw either of them the same way. I check this off to our differences in age.
I was not the oldest who was destined to succeed. The one who became my surrogate father. Nor was I the middle rebel, fated to fight his way through life … never quite satisfied with his lot.
The big guy was my dad’s favorite … the middle one my mom’s.
And then along came me … the interloper … the accident baby who had the nerve to intrude on their well established places on the two thrones beside our parents.
I was the “baby” of the family and until the pregnancy for my second child, the Big Guy called me Baby. My sister-in-law pointed to my eighth month belly and informed her husband that I was no longer a baby.
Actually, the only people who called me by my name were teachers and friends. My entire family, extended to up-state cousins and the local Italian horde all called me Baby or Rufiana. Rufiana is an Italian endearment for a kind of female Dennis the Menace and loosely translated means … ruffian. A rose by any other name is a rose and the kid from Brooklyn?
And if that isn’t enough … I am also a “Baby Boomer.” My goodness, I was even born into a generation of seventy-three million strong who were thought of as babies.
And baby, you haven’t seen the best of me yet.
Since I’ve been gone for longer than my usual Holiday and Summer breaks … I thought I’d start this year with one of my trilogies.
Gees, Louise … another of those three part things?
I mean who said you’d hang around for three weeks just to learn of my unique take … my perception of life, love and the secrets of the universe … my reality.
Oh, come on … hang with me for a while. We might have fun.
AND … in case I forgot to mention it … today is the first day of autumn … my favorite season and it is also my Birthday.
Yes, yes X-number of years ago, the old girl gave one valiant push and Bingo … I slid into the world.
I slid into my world and yours too … to do mischief and mayhem … to tell you tall tales … to entertain and delight.
And in the next two weeks I will do just that. I will entertain you with my definition of our world … why we write … why we blog … why we are caught up in cyber-space talking to people we may never meet in person.
Wish me a Happy Birthday and stay tuned.
Tell me if you will …
What is it about your world that makes it special?
What makes the world you live in a place others might like to visit?