SilentMute
03-01-2013, 06:39 AM
Have you ever looked out a window and seen a neighbor on a ladder, painting his house during a rainstorm? I have. When I saw this, my first thought was, "God! What a dumba**! What type of moron paints their house in the rain?"
I'm currently re-painting my mom's car...a project that I'm rather excited about and enjoy doing. The weather lately has been overcast, which I find rather difficult to read. Overcast can promise rain, but sometimes it just sits there, looks gloomy, and does nothing. So, I was out painting the car when a few sprinkles started to fall. I wasn't going to let a few sprinkles stop me. I figured it would stop soon enough. The sprinkles became a little heavier. I sat on the porch to wait it out, but I was determined to finish the fourth coat that day. Mother Nature was just going to have to put off the rainstorm and just let me finish...and let the paint dry. Sometimes the weather cleared, but every time I moved towards the car, it would sprinkle again. I felt persecuted. Finally my mom said, "Will just get in here!"
The car now has freckles from the raindrops, so I'm going to have to sand and re-paint. Silentmute went against the weather, and the weather won. I have just created more work for myself and wasted paint. I was the moronic dumba**. It made me think I really need to stop criticizing people, because every time I do, I wind up doing the same thing in the future.
Is this some weird form of karmic justice, or do we just criticize others for behaviors we know we instinctively would do?
I'm currently re-painting my mom's car...a project that I'm rather excited about and enjoy doing. The weather lately has been overcast, which I find rather difficult to read. Overcast can promise rain, but sometimes it just sits there, looks gloomy, and does nothing. So, I was out painting the car when a few sprinkles started to fall. I wasn't going to let a few sprinkles stop me. I figured it would stop soon enough. The sprinkles became a little heavier. I sat on the porch to wait it out, but I was determined to finish the fourth coat that day. Mother Nature was just going to have to put off the rainstorm and just let me finish...and let the paint dry. Sometimes the weather cleared, but every time I moved towards the car, it would sprinkle again. I felt persecuted. Finally my mom said, "Will just get in here!"
The car now has freckles from the raindrops, so I'm going to have to sand and re-paint. Silentmute went against the weather, and the weather won. I have just created more work for myself and wasted paint. I was the moronic dumba**. It made me think I really need to stop criticizing people, because every time I do, I wind up doing the same thing in the future.
Is this some weird form of karmic justice, or do we just criticize others for behaviors we know we instinctively would do?