![]() ![]() I'd been scrupulously careful to keep my thought about her to myself she had not done the same. ![]() ![]() She better not speak to-" I heard this: "It's not that bad." No sooner had I formed the silent thought, "God, a people person. One such person stepped into the lift, pushed the button for her floor, then took a step back and angled her body so that she was not quite facing me, but neither was she looking straight ahead at the seam where the doors meet, as common American Elevator Etiquette dictates.Įven out of the corner of my now suspicious eye I was able to register the "I'm a people person" body language such a stance suggested. So complete was this state of psychological collapse, it even followed me into elevators.Īs I stood in a hotel elevator one afternoon on my way back to my room, it stopped on that floor with all the conference rooms, where they keep the people with name tags. This awakening arrived convincingly disguised as the most miserable and debilitating period of my life- a life that would now be trimmed short from the disease of ruination. Several years ago when the relationship I assumed was both nearly perfect and my last turned out to be neither and ended car- off - cliff style, I experienced an unexpected and profound personal awakening. ![]()
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