When someone says this to you, watch out. Or rather, watch your wallet. Now I live wanting to believe people. Is that so wrong? For some reason every time in my life someone has uttered those words I used to title this blog, I’ve been stung. I haven’t declared bankruptcy, nor have I been pummeled emotionally. But it still hurts. And thank God that stinging feeling goes away. Too far away for my own good. So as you realists would guess, it’s happened to me again.
I don’t remember the time before last that a person “got me.” But who would you think I got pissed at this time? Me. I know better. Or, I should know better. I must have this Charlie Brown inside of me that thinks Lucy is going to hold the football for sure. I want to kick that pigskin. I want to believe people. Dang some people. Dang me.
I am mostly talking about business dealing, anything from top brass to just simple retail purchases. No wonder even when I buy eye drops it comes with a three page instruction manual/legal notice...because they need to make everything clear. All I want is my vision to be unclouded. I guess this all stems from the day of old when they sold “miracle elixirs” from town to town on wagons...”great for popping corn, prevent locust swarms for counties, and will regrow hair!”
Even when I began Listen In, I chose to trust radio stations would run the show based on our conversations and handshakes. As the Doobies Brothers once said, “What A Fools Believes...” We don’t do that anymore, we have a one page agreement with radio stations that is heavily favored for the station. Each one can pull out in 90 days, and if they dumped Listen In before that...well, let’s hope they don’t.
So I am making this commitment to myself, and to you. I will not live jaded and think everyone is out to do what will make them happy that particular day. I will believe people...unless they proclaim that they are the only ones to be believed. Once those who divulge that little tidbit, that nuance, I am afraid I will be slightly leery of proceeding much further without pulling out my microphone and recorder (for quality or training purposes).
Lastly, if you are one of those people who must preface your conversations by whispering, “to be real honest,” or something like that. Stop it. Don’t do it. Just do it without the scoreboard announcing your stats coming into the game. And lastly lastly, if you are going to deal with me, you just got a straight shot. Be real. Be honest. And don’t screw me over a little at a time. My antennae are up.