Slapped

I think it is hilarious that when we start to think we are pretty cool or begin to take ourselves too seriously, something always slaps us right back down into the reality of our human-ness.

I got slapped (metaphorically speaking of course) today, a couple times.

First slap was at Church tonight with the young men and young women. I called a young man, whom I have known for a while mind you, by the wrong name about five different times within one hour. I later realized my blunder and apologized profusely. But, I am pretty sure my cool factor plummeted a bit after that. At least it sure felt like it to me.

Second slap was at home shortly after returning from the above stated church activity. I had brushed my teeth. I had flossed my teeth. I had just finished washing my face, and was in the process of inspecting my face for impurities. It was during these moments, with my face centimeters from the mirror, that I saw IT. The hair. It was a wiry, silver-white hair and it was protruding a half inch out from the right-middle section  of my forehead.

Cool. Factor. Completely. Lost, Lost,  Lost.

So I did what I usually do with such an intriguing find. I held that little silver hair tightly, but gingerly, between my fingers. I walked boldly to the couch where Bry sat, and with eyes wide with awe I proudly displayed my discovery before him.

He was impressed.

I may have lost my "cool" but my weird is still as strong as ever. And I am ok with that.