This popped up on the instructor e-mail list the other day. Where to credit the photo isn't known. However, I find I sort of identify. As a matter of fact, it really hit home with me. Hit me where I live, if you will. If you ride a scooter, please remember that this is offered in the spirit of fun and tongue in cheek. Some of you are pretty wild about this stuff, especially you daredevil accountants!
I can see the fun and practical side of owning and riding a scooter. I've even toyed with the idea of actually buying one myself. For some reason, I just never seem to be able to pull the trigger on the deal. Now I have an inkling of why.
When Orin and I had lunch we talked about how folks "brand" themselves by what they ride, own, or wear. I scoffed at the idea that I could be one of "those people". I'm secure in my manhood, riding skills, and Warrior persona. Turns out, perhaps my scoffing was hypocrisy.
Maybe ole Darth and I are too rooted in our Warrior personas. Which means we actually have become "labeled" more than we want to admit. Even worse, is it possible that beneath our respective outer armors ( Darth's mask and cape, my helmet and 'Stich ) lies extremely fragile egos?
No, it can't be that. Perish the thought. Darth and I are secure in our Warriorhood. No, I think it's more the picture of how the world should be. Anything different makes us uncomfortable. That's okay. Haven't you ever looked at something and said to yourself,
"That's just not right!"
This is a good thing. It keeps everything right and proper with the world.
I mean, come on, can you imagine John Wayne on a Shetland Pony?
I rest my case.
Miles and smiles,