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I’m challenged to write something blog-worthy. They say write what you know so here we go. An odd not-your-everyday-type of thing happened to me the other day. Coming out of a sparsely populated Starbucks with my grande coffee topped with whipped cream in hand, I looked up and there was Harrison Ford looking at me saying, ‘Hi’. I said ‘Hi’ back and walked on by. I had no idea how to handle this situation as I did not take ‘Running Into Giant Movie Stars 101′ in college. I figured he didn’t want to be bothered so off I went. Of course I texted, Facebooked and Twittered everyone that Harrison Ford just said ‘Hi’ to meeeeee!

A couple days later I thought maybe I had made a mistake and it was someone that just looked like him. So I googled his name and found out sure enough he is making a movie here in our city.

Now, here is what I think may be blog-worthy: I am amused by where my head conversations have taken me, “Dang, I should have said something like, Welcome to our city; How are ya?; Whatz up?; Dude what are you doing here?; Do you like being a movie star?” …or maybe inviting him and Calista over for dinner. Let’s see, what should I make?A barbeque! Can’t go wrong with hamburgers!…you get the idea. I play it over and over in my head. Reliving the moment our eyes locked and he gave me a “Hi” with that crooked little smile.

OK enough of that. Here’s what I’m pondering, what is it about most of us common folk that has an intense desire to be seen, recognized and noticed by someone who is seen, recognized and noticed? It happens all the time with the fanatic seekers of autographs fueled by the millions of sales in movie star magazines with the latest forbidden photo snapped by the paparazzi. Don’t tell me that if you ran into Harrison Ford today and he gave you that crooked smile that you would not be agog and either left speechless or embarrass yourself by saying one of the head-verbages mentioned above.

They’re just people like you and me with very unique jobs that make them incredibly rich and famous. Other than that, like you and me…

I have no answers for my pondering’s and this is not the first time I have run into a mega movie star and had it flip me around affording amusing introspection.  So, what would you do? Do you have a plan? Cause you just never know, Harrison Ford may be your next best friend!

Jan Menopause

It seems that by now I would have learned how to deal with difficult people. Annoyances such as complaining, judgments, criticisms, gossip, unsolicited opinions and advice given more out of manipulation and control than care and concern are just some of the ‘jeepers’ that make me ‘creepers’!

Today a comment was thrust upon me that sent me into a rather unattractive altered state. I was beyond peeved and before I gave a response, I called a friend who reminded me to not do anything while I’m angry. Well I’m cooled down but still bugged and need to scratch the itch…hence this blog.

I have read numerous self-help books on how to express anger, how to avoid co-depency and how to be an emotionally balanced person, etc.  They worked great while I was reading them but putting the concepts and ideas into action? Baffling.  I so admire others who can graciously handle difficult situations with an, “I understand you feel that way, but I feel…” or “I so appreciate your opinion and I would like to share mine if that is alright with you…”. Um, just not in the realm of my personal word formations.

Rarely do my annoyingly provoked verbal responses take flight, rather they flap around in my head until I’m dang near peckered out. A very wise king once wrote, “A gentle answer turns away wrath” and I have also heard it said that the negatives we perceive in others are merely a reflection of our own personal character defects. If this be the truth, then I believe perhaps the ‘gentle answer’ might need to be to offered to myself first.

Maybe then I would have a source of grace to draw from. Don’t know for sure. Sounds good. I do feel better. Now I gotta make the call.

Jan Musings Relationships