Today I had a meeting with another group of 10-12 authority figures and yet again, I was made to sit at the head of the long, long, long table. It creates a problem for Libra because I am not sure if I should wear my glasses or not.
I generally only wear glasses to drive though I could use them all the time. Reason being, Neptune. How clear do I really want to see this world, anyway? I prefer reality blurred except in situations like this.
In situations like this my childhood card shark kicks into gear and it’s imperative I be able to read the expressions on the faces of those at the end of the table from me. But on the other hand it makes the people up close seem “in my face”.
In this case, the head honcho was in the far corner (back to the wall) and I could not afford her face to be a swirl, so glasses on. And I did well today. I guess the first meeting was training for this one because questions keep coming up and while they were the “task force” I was one who knew everything.
“Blah, blah, blah.”
“I don’t know much about that,” said the person whose area of expertise was being addressed.
“I know something about that,” I said. “Yeah, I know about that too,” I said over and over and over as the meeting ran two and a half times as long as scheduled.
And this wasn’t because the people in that room were stupid. Matter of fact, everyone there was highly skilled but they were utterly unskilled in what I am seeing is my specialty which the anomaly. Yeah. I know very little about the masses actually.
You know those people who can characterize what “people” do or how they feel? I’m not one of them. But when it comes to the one in a million, I am on that son of a bitch. I know it inside out and upside down, backward, forwards and with a cherry on top if you’re in the mood. So this is what is happening.
I talked to my friend, Alexa today. I told her I was managing and that I thought I was going well considering the circumstances. “Except for this woman I talked to yesterday,” I said. “I was telling her what was going on and I guess I just lost my head and said to much. I went too far and she felt bad. She just couldn’t hear this stuff and when I finally caught on and asked her, she told me the story was so bad she did not want to hear details. And I felt so bad. I felt horrible for that so I have to be careful. But at the same time I am trying not to worry about it because… well I am doing as well as I can.”
“Oh please,” she said. “Don’t you worry about that at all. What? She got one minute of your horror and now you’re going to worry about her?”
I laughed. “You’re right. That’s exactly right. Thanks for saying that, I am not going to worry about her at all.”
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