I was sitting here thinking about how I once became brooding
and upset when someone fell asleep as I took them on one of my favorite scenic
drives. This occurred many years
ago. Surprisingly, I think about this “incident”
fairly often—it has become something like a wispy thought-ghost that haunts me.
I now ask myself: Did I not enjoy the drive? Is sleeping nefarious? Was the sleeping of my fellow passenger a
personal affront to me? Was the
landscape around us at all hurt by this?
What, really, was I expecting?
How did I make a pleasurable drive all about me?
The incident is a good reminder of how shallow I can
be.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Nothing to do with depth or shallowness. You were wanting to share something you apparently value very much. But values differ and some may not appreciate the same things you do or does not have the same degree of appreciation that you have. Another possibility is that they just couldn't help it but sleep at that particular time, because their body demanded it.
ReplyDeleteAs always, you are correct. You are a sage soul.
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