The People Who Fit In Carry On Luggage

This post is a mix of the profane and the mundane. A stew of the serious and the silly. A dance with shadows and ghosts and a glimpse of a future that hasn’t been written yet.

You’ll want to know if I really do have comments about the people who fit in carry on luggage and whether they were small enough to be placed inside or if a table saw was involved.

I’d encourage some of you to be cautious using a table saw as you have shown me that cutting bagels, fruit and steak can be dangerous to your health.

So let’s start by acknowledging I have never tried to place anyone inside carry on luggage though I admit to having thought doing so would improve their personalities.

The guy who claimed to a political wit but didn’t know that parity isn’t a synonym for parody comes to mind as does the lady who squealed her way through a telephone call during a trip on a train.

There was the man who clipped his toenails in terminal 5 and the teenager who thought farting on his friends was funny.

I kept hoping one would get away from him and force him to relive his toddler years.

And let’s not forget Flatulent Fred who turned an elevator ride into something that would have made The Exorcist look like a children’s tale.

Don’t Try To Fire Me Up

I had to remind someone today not to try to be indirect in trying to fire me up. Had to remind them if I feel like I am being manipulated I respond poorly and will turn left just because you said to go right.

It is far better to be direct and to ask me to do whatever it is you want me to do. If it makes sense there is a good chance I’ll give you my best effort.

If it doesn’t make sense and I think you haven’t been straight with me I am unlikely to forget and I may demonstrate it in ways you’d prefer I don’t.

I don’t like conflict and think making a scene is rarely productive.

But I am not afraid of doing either or both and have testimonials from people who have experienced it. You can find them on page three of your guide and or the back of the most recent hardcover.

The most effective way to make things happen is almost always by adopting a pleasant manner and not by embarrassing people or making them feel stupid.

Anyhoo, I offered a gentle reminder on the phone that I am not a fan and was told they know I am more likely to behave as I choose to behave and that made me laugh.

They weren’t wrong and I appreciated their acknowledgement of my request. It is part of why we get along, they understand it is best to let me do my thing and that I will ask for help if needed.

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I have spent a chunk of the last couple of weeks researching carry on luggage. If things go as I expect I am likely to be on multiple flights and I prefer not to have to worry about checking luggage.

Don’t want to deal with the extra dollars and or time invested in waiting for it. Don’t want to worry about whether it makes it to the destination or not.

And it is almost a guarantee that I will have a laptop plus a personal item that I carry on so I like the idea of the carry on luggage.

It helps force me to be careful with not packing too much stuff and that is worth something.

Fifty-four years of life has given me many gifts and more than a few of those are of the kind that of a physical, tangible nature.

The kind that take up space in a home be it in a room, closet or garage. The kind that push me to ask what do I really want and what do I really need.

Does it add value to my life? Does it give more than it takes? Does it have a real purpose and use?

How People See The World

Is that building crooked or is it just perspective. When you step inside it do you walk on a slant and wonder if your math teacher is going to ask you to measure the slope or trick you with a question about circumference.

Never do know how it all works inside our heads versus that of another.

Sometimes you want to sit down and have a heart-to-heart to figure it all out and determine if lives are perpendicular or parallel.

Break bread and confirm that you see intersections that make sense or at least a way to figure out whether you might be able to create something like a mobius strip between them.

That is even more important when you can see it in your head and you wonder if maybe others do too.

Vision is a funny thing and sometimes you rely upon the sculptor to take the mountain and carve it so that those who could only see the rock see the highway and the accompanying rose.

That is the joy of the journey, learning how to see.