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I heard a tapping on the window, like the sound of a tree branch in the wind hitting the glass. At first I thought that I was dreaming, but I slowly opened my tired eyes, rolled over, and listened again.
I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep no matter what it was, so I got up and walked out to the living room. As I stood in the center of the darkened room, barely breathing, I heard it again, coming from the sliding patio door.
Slowly, I moved toward the curtain and slid it aside. There, on the patio was a figure, my height, holding a cup. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. It raised a hand slightly in a gesture that I took to be a greeting.
“What do you want? “ I asked.
“Can I borrow a cup of sugar?” he asked, in a gentle but firm voice. He held out the cup.
“Umm, it’s kinda late and who are you?” I inquired. I didn’t feel threatened; I felt curious.
I saw in his hand, where the cup used to be, was a jerry can. “I meant, can I borrow some fuel for my shi… um my vehicle, “ he said.
I should have done this earlier, and as I reached for the light, I said, “I’m going to turn on the light.”
It took a few seconds to adjust to the brightness, and a few more to adjust to what I was seeing. He was a grayish color, skinny, with larger, dark eyes. It looked like he was wearing something, but I couldn’t tell what as it was somewhat form fitting and a slightly different color than his skin. I don’t know what compelled me to, but I opened the sliding door.
“Thank you, it was getting cold out there,” he said as he came inside.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” I asked.
“Well, not here, but not far if that’s what you mean,” he answered. I didn’t know what I meant.
“I mean you look different. Not human.”
I could see a sense of concern in his eyes. “You mean I don’t look like you?” he questioned.
He gestured to the kitchen table. “Can we sit?” he asked.
“Sure, can I get you something to drink?” I asked.
“Scotch, if you have it, “ he replied. It just so happened that I did.
As he took a seat at the table, I grabbed a couple of glasses, the scotch, and brought them to the table. Pouring a couple of fingers in each, I slid one toward him. He reached out and with his spindly fingers and picked up the glass.
“You know, we can’t really tell you apart from one another.” He took a sip and placed the glass in front of him. “ We thought this,” he motioned to himself, “was pretty good.”
I looked at him and said, “It’s generally close. You have the right amount of everything.”
He looked dejected. “We have been practicing a long time. We made a bunch of paintings on some caves, scratched figures in a desert, made some big heads. One time we tried, and it looked like an animal. It’s frustrating.”
“It’s like this, “ I got a pad of paper and a pencil and started to draw, “I have a hell of a time trying to draw people. It always comes out close, but not quite good enough.” I finished my sketch and turn it to face him. “See, you can tell it’s a person.” His eyes lit up and he looked at me.
“Can I keep this?” he asked as he reached toward it.
My alarm went on for 10 minutes before I woke up. I put on my robe and went to make coffee. On the table was an empty bottle of scotch and two glasses.
So, if you see a guy who looks like this:
Don’t let him in, he’ll just drink all your booze.
I saw a church’s electronic billboard today which read, “Introverts have been waiting for this their whole lives.” Now, I applaud the attempt at humor in trying times (and it also reminded me of another story, but I’ll tell you that later), but I did think it was a bit unfair. I had this vision of people rubbing their hands together and laughing manically. The fact is, Introverts are just better equipped to handle the imposed social distancing and self-isolation guidelines.
I once read that extroverts get their energy by interacting with people while introverts get their strength during the alone times. On the flip side, being in forced social situations is draining for introverts while being alone is not very comfortable for extroverts. There are always extreme cases on both sides, but generally there is nothing wrong with being of either group.
For me, it’s not that I want to be alone all the time, it’s just that I don’t mind when I am. I don’t feel the constant need for socializing as others may. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy talking with people, it just needs to be on my terms. And when I’m done, I’m done. Don’t take offence.
I know people who have the gift of the gab and can maintain a conversation long after it has run its course. These people are good to have around. Just sit back and wait until there is an opportunity to share something.
Without introverts, we wouldn’t have certain creative works of art, scientific discoveries / advancements, and the like. Without extroverts, we would miss out on music and movie stars, social equality gains, and a constant forward movement of civilization. We also would not have politicians, but that’s a WHOLE other story…
So, embrace the Yin/Yang, positive/negative, push/pull, and invertebrate/vertebrate differences in our world.
(I didn’t forget about the story from the first paragraph)
In my hometown there was a church, which after many months of putting up with pranksters (hooligans? Vandals?), changed their billboard to read: God bless even those who steal our letters.
Lots of stories and videos of mayhem breaking out in stores as people stock up on supplies lately. I don’t blame anyone, sometimes the media can put things into a bit of panic in the way they report on issues, but fighting over toilet paper?
Everyone should have ample supplies that can last for a few weeks if necessary. That does mean by the end of the third week you are not going to be looking at those beans and powdered milk that same way you did on day one. Shouldn’t have eaten all the Beefaroni and Hot Pockets in the first week, right? There’s still the SPAM (I like SPAM BTW).
This week I needed some groceries, and I didn’t want to look like the frenzied buyers that I saw on TV. Then someone asked me to pick up a few things, then my mom called and said, if you are going out anyway, would you mind? Of course not… Now I’m stocking up. Crap.
I thought about it and came up with some techniques and tips to help you when you actually need to go out.
1.Don’t do all your shopping in one place. Now, it is always a good idea to spread your money around. By doing this, you limit the amount of food in your cart. Which brings us to…
2.Don’t fill up your cart. There are 3 levels in most carts. By putting some items on each level gives the illusion of sparseness.
3.Have a small list. If you have a big list, fold it up! Voila, small list.
4.Walk slow. Look around, pick up an item or two and put them back. No rush.
5.Have a flyer handy. By looking through the flyer, you are a savvy shopper looking for the best deals, not buying before the person in front of you can.
And finally, the most important one of all…
6.Don’t buy toilet paper. As soon as you put that in your cart there will be one less package on the shelf which can start something akin to chumming shark waters. Remember what I said about always having ample suppliers? Plus toilet paper goes on sale quite often so you should be stocking up. But if you really, really need it…a four pack under the ramen might let you fly under the radar.