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Be Yourself… Everyone Else is Taken
I saw a style guru banging her head on a wall.
I watched the distressed figure for a few seconds, perhaps too long. I suppose, in hindsight, I should have ran over and made her stop, but I thought it worth finding out what was really going on. I thought if I waited she might also come to understand what was going on.
What was she doing?
Banging her head on the wall.
No blood, nothing Tarantino, she had just started, but there was definitely a redness on her forehead and a dazed look in her eye, though that may have been there before.
“Is there a problem?” I asked tentatively, a little unsure of which way it might blow.
“Of course there is!”
“Can I help?”
“Of course you can’t!”
Things seemed to be off to a flying start. Hmm? She was quite attractive, except for the growing welt between her eyes. “Perhaps you could talk to someone rather than… you know… the cement.”
She scowled.
“If you tell me the problem I promise to listen and not say anything, no opinions, no judgements.”
“Of course I want you to listen, but I don’t want you to not have an opinion. Not having an opinion is the reason for the wall…