BFF Crystal and I were enjoying a very lovely afternoon at the Seattle Art Museum yesterday. It made me feel a little inadequate, to be honest. While I'm going through the museum trying to appreciate the talents of these artists, I couldn't help but have a mini pity-party. "I want to be able to paint like this" kept going through my head. And it soon became: "I wish I could do anything that would have such a beautiful and meaningful end result. Wow, I don't think I'm good at anything."
I wasn't kidding about the pity-party.
It didn't help that on two different occasions last week, Chad poked fun at my writing skills. He says he was kidding, but I'm no fool.
So I was feeling a bit woe-is-me; but it's what happened after we stepped out of the museum that brought my spirits right back up:
We were crossing the street, and all of a sudden this lady comes up from behind me, looks down at my shoes and very condescendingly says:
"You know Seattle does have hills. You might want to reconsider the heels next time."
"Um...excuse me??" was my only response, because I was so caught of guard.
"I don't know where you're from, but here in Seattle, we have hills, and next time leave the heels at home. You're going to be hating yourself tonight."
And she rushes past us as Crystal and I scream after her:
"I AM from Seattle."
We started laughing uncontrollably and the lady turns around and says:
"Laugh all you want, but when you're 30 and your back is arched and you'll be in a lot of pain, you're gonna wish you listened to me."
Again, in unison we said:
"I AM 30."
"Oh, well you look young." Frustration, heavy in her voice, and it was the last thing we heard as she speed walked away from us in her Ugg's knock off and brightly colored hair.
That made me quickly forget about my inadequacies as an artist or writer, and had us laughing for hours.
