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As I turned onto the road that leads to Chevy's parking lot I could see the stumps, the pier ruins.
"No, that can't be," I thought as they came into view. "Surely, these aren't the same stumps."
I felt puzzled and cautiously excited.
I pulled into the parking lot and walked down to the pier. What did I see?
An empty stump and blue sky, where once was an enchanting and peacefully perched bird and a colorful dusk sky.
What didn't I see, actually.
Disbelief and astonishment washed over me. Where was the fake bird I saw the night before? Where was the fake bird that triggered the shaming thought of, "Well, aren't you silly for getting all excited over a fake bird!"
I completely expected to post a picture of the fake bird on my blog, and we'd all have a good laugh around the campfire.
It was one of those moments, a "Whoa. That's weird." moment sprinkled with gratitude for being wrong.
It was more than that, too.
This single moment was the coalescence of all of my Wonderful moments/experiences/things that have fallen victim to my negative-leaning scrutiny disguised as objectivity.
I wrote in my last post:
Doesn't EVERYTHING have a unrealness or offness when scrutinized?
Haven't you had moments when you looked at a written word and it just looked wrong to you? You knew that you spelled it correctly, but for some reason there was something not right about it? And the longer you stared and fussed over it, the stranger it looked?
I sometimes do that in my life, and it create needless misery. I'm through with needless misery! I only have time for real misery. Like this miserable little blog of mine.
Look at the length of this post! I'll just wrap this up and say: I am so happy that I followed-up on my second round of self-doubt (the self-doubting of the self-doubt, if you will) and found a birdless perch.
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And our winners are Rrramone and Kevin. Congratulations!
Congratulations, too, to Mike and Tonya for being Wonderful(ly Wrong).
Tiny Hands chimed in too late, but had a funny comment: "I say the bird is real, everything else is fake."
8 comments:
So what did I win? Huh? Huh?
I don't know yet! We'll all know on Friday.
Just because the bird is gone doesn't mean it wasn't fake.
Janelle: That happens to me often -- that thing you described where a word just looks wrong even though it's spelled correctly. Do you ever say a word out loud and start to get the feeling that the word sounds . . . uh, weird.
Also, what Mike said.
Mike: I think that is exactly what it means.
**runs away with fingers in ears, singing "la, la, la, la" as to not hear anymore logical arguments**
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I'm back!
Tonya: More often than my pride would like me to admit... you, too?
Come back! I'm talking to you!! Doh.
Oh boy, I won! I'm a total genius. I won something? Interesting. The thing you mentioned about typing a word and it looks wrongs happens to me all the time as well. I usually am forced to type it in at dictionary.com (Like this needs to be plugged,) just to make sure..weird? Yes.
Mike: La, la, l... Huh? Oh, sorry, were you talking to me?
:)
Kevin: Yay!
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