My boss had me and his other worker bee out to dinner for Christmas cheer. I had the small filet, and there was an eighty dollar bottle of wine, that he indicated would be about twenty at costco. I have no frame of reference when it comes to wine, so I was seeking his knowledge, though for what purpose I know not.
When I arrived, he and Peter were discussing skiing. Also something for which I have no frame of reference. I always think of skiing as zip zip. Oh, I watch it from time to time at the olympics, and I think in winter when I was a kid. I always remember the jumping skiers - or is that ski jump skiers? - though I never really considered that skiing, it being all in the air and everything - and slightly on the insane side.
My problem was that skiing always seemed to be just a little too fast; that also being a little insane. For some reason, and I don't have a clue how long it's been like this... I've always had the feeling that life was meant to be lived slowly. So, I've always prided myself a little on how I've been able to live slowly. I walk slowly. I talk slowly. I even think slowly. Though, I sometimes think I could probably drink a little more slowly than I do, nevertheless, I think I drink slowly.
UPON reflection, I realize that even though my boss was describing his skiing as zip zip, what he and Peter were really talking about was how soft skiing could be. And this is also something I've felt for a fairly long time, ... that life is also best lived softly. The nature of matter and physics doesn't make this always an option, nevertheless it is generally preferable. Now I'm left with this stupid feeling that my one prejudice for slowness, may have left me out in the cold, so to speak, from this party where this great softness was taking place. Alas, I'm too old to think about starting skiing now. And besides that, it's still too damn fast... And seeing as skiing is noted for killing and maiming people, the softness can't be there all the time, and knowing my luck, well...