Life is a gift. If we really experience being human, then we get to have a blissful appreciation for the subtle human quirks that make up who we are in the world. As the photo depicts, this story is about a caramel apple with nuts.
Last evening, in a local grocery store, I analyzed (note the first four letters of the word analyzed, hmm.) the Express Lane 15 items or less was my ticket, and only one customer who is already being helped ahead! It’s like scoring a win. Except the win became a test of who, authentically, I really am. Am I the guy who exudes freedom and bliss? Well, we shall see.
I like caramel apples even or maybe especially with nuts. But not enough to buy them anymore; I had plenty including those great ones from the Canfield Fair when I was a kid. I’ve even made them. But not any more, just not in my lifestyle eating choices. Imagine my surprise when I unpacked the groceries at home: Ah oh. This was the caramel apple – the one the “one customer” ahead of me was holding to the side because she was purchasing baby formula (15 of ’em) with some sort of coupon or voucher (looked like checks, and she had to sign them). So the short story gets long at this point. Because up until now, (well then, that point in time) things were still good to go but the souring feeling of stagnancy in the express line creeped into my psyche.
And the evidence mounted, as minutes seemed to drag on without hope for remedy. Basically the transaction just was “old school” and the woman was simply being alert, present to the worry that the cashier would get something wrong. It did go on for 10 or more minutes, which was unfortunate, but things finally looked complete. Yeah! The vouchers are in the drawer and the stuff gets packed up. Ok. Oops, then there’s the caramel apple the woman had set aside. Another transaction, and much much more time. OMG! is all I can say at this point.
Really? I really did begin to examine my freedom. Could I really be with this without reacting to some hidden or obscure stereotype that I had abandoned long ago? Apparently not, and I did dispel it pretty quickly, but where was the freedom and bliss? Oh, that!”
Yep, not present. And that was my experience of it. Never to be mentioned or thought of again, as I could easily bury this memory in the pile that I have so long ago abandoned! Fuzzy logic here. And the universe reminded me to really let this go when I unpacked that poor woman’s caramel apple mis-bagged in my groceries.