I’m back after a few days rest. Medication is doing the trick and the infection in my leg is almost gone, all that remains is a lump from which it seemed to originate. Just as I was starting the medication a second one appeared. This one on my lower abdomen, well right where my belt buckle rubs against my skin. On my leg I do have an area that is totally numb to all feeling, not so with my tummy. So for the past few days I have been Mr. Droopy Drawers not wearing a belt.
All of this has taught me a good lesson or maybe reminded me of something I have been aware of for a long time. I am becoming less and less conserned about what other people think of me. What ever it is is their business not mine.
Here is a small example of what I mean. Because of my “ouchie” at belt buckle level, I was indeed Mr Droopy Drawers. Hey, maybe I was right in style with some of the younger generation as I was indeed showing off the top 2 or 3 inches of my underwear. I am around the house so who cares? Tighter pants with a belt would increase the ouch factor. Over the years I have experienced my share of ouch time and if I can avoid more I am going to do it.
Wouldn’t you know it, there comes a time when I have to go to a store in the Mall. Now what would be the sensible thing to do? Put on a belt to at least hold the pants up enough not to show off my underwear. It might be a little uncomfortable but not that bad. I mean what would people think if they saw me?
Well, guess what I did. Never even thought of a belt at the time. There was no danger of my pants actually falling off, just that I might show off some underwear. Now I did do my best to hold them in place.
When I think of it, I may have presented quite the sight, an over weight, bald guy holding up his pants. In fact though, did I get any “looks” from anyone? Don’t know, don’t care, never bothered to look around to see.
How much of our lives do we spend worrying about what strangers will think of us. Now I am talking strangers here. Why would I care in the slightest what a passing stranger might think of me? This is someone I have never seen before and very likely will never see again, why do I care what they would think? Obviously, I don’t anymore.
Why do we care so much what strangers think?
I think this is a scenario we can all relate to, or at least I can. Picture this. You have had a terrible day at work, you are in a foul mood and you are on your way home. Some how you have a chance encounter with a total stranger. This “encounter” may only last a minute or two for what ever reason it may occur. But, for that minute or two we push aside the foul mood and suddenly become very friendly and polite. I mean “we wouldn’t want a stranger to think badly of us”. That brief encouter is over, our foul mood returns, we go home and take it out on our families. I think we all do it, why?
I ask please for special prayers for our dear blogging friend Sarah.