Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Social Grace


I've been struggling to find something nice and quietly southern and polite to put here. It's been difficult. The political climate, the mental state of "average America", the whole goofiness of day to day life, working in a nut basket, and maybe just getting older, all seem to be having a dimming effect on my sunny side. I don't like that. I like to be cheery, grateful for a chance to spread a little joy, exuberant even.

I'm not sure what to do about it. I try avoiding negative people, but not all of them can be avoided. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, people just insist on being pukes and splattering on your shoes. So, for those people, I have come up with a solution.

This morning I ran off a hundred copies of the above postit note, then I went by the local Home Depot and bought a heavy duty staple gun with 3/4 inch staples (that's about 2 cm for you metric people). Today, when I run into one of those people that just insists on being a social puke, I'm going to staple the note to their forehead. I'll let you know how it goes. By the way the back of the note reads like this:


I'm feeling all sunny and warm already!

Dread

2 comments:

Sandy Kessler said...

Yesterday I did substitute teaching at the local high school, the principal came in and jumped on me like I was the regular tracher-next out of possibly 110 girls only 3 looked like something other than a streetwalker, a nice kid got suspended for the shirt he was wearing. I felt like I was in a parallel universe.Enjoyed your post it's 10:00A. M. I know you are out of post-its..!!

Beneath the Carolina Moon said...

Sorry you had a bad day in that nutbasket of a school. Can you imagine how twilight zoned the kids feel? No wonder so many of them turn to something with more punch than my staple gun!