Friday, November 27, 2009
Don't Mention It...
The other day I was at one of my favourite haunts. (No, not the local bar.) Hadn’t been for awhile and was feeling very chipper and happy to be there, thank you very much.
An acquaintance greeted me with, “How are you?” No accompanying smile.
Me: (smiling anyway) “Great, thanks. How are you?”
Her: “I’m fine but are you really okay?”
Me: (wondering if I had toothpaste on my chin or the mark of the devil on my forehead) “Yeah, I’m really okay. Why?”
Her: “You have dark smudges under your eyes.”
WHAT?? I NEVER HAVE THOSE.
Where’s a mirror, where’s a mirror? Must see for myself. Found one. Yup, a hint of bluish/black under those baby blues. Gosh-darn.
Reassured the acquaintance who was right behind me (such a busy-body) this was nothing that a few good night sleeps wouldn’t cure and turned away. A little self-conscious. A little reluctant to raise my head to greet others. And then I thought, the hell with it. I’m happy to be here. Dark smudges aren’t going to spoil my fun. I feel good.
Moral of the story – unless you are a close friend or family or unless someone is sporting chicken-pox or measles or some other hideous temporary rash, don’t feel obliged to point out they look like hell. It might make them feel like hell – perhaps just for a moment but still…no one needs or wants to hear that kind of news.
And, oh, yeah - never say never.
Happy to report the smudges are gone! ;)