It so checks out that I was nominated last year December, for the popular, most prestigious ‘Liebster Award’, given new bloggers by four delightful bloggers; for which I’d be eternally grateful that they do indeed find my little corner most adorable and lovable by all accounts! I’m totally bowled over, completely swept away and mighty honoured, yet greatly flattered by their kindly gestures and especially for the great vote, show and shower of confidence shown me! They really DO think me all that! Wowzer!
These delightsome bloggers are as follows, outlined in the manner for which the torch was passed on to me! Do ensure to click on their names, and see for yourselves what treasures lie on their spaces! You’d be mighty glad you did, trust me!
Amity aka Quaint and Dainty China,
Zika aka Honeycomb,
Topazo aka Doc McSteamy, McGloomy and McDreamy
Senor Joe, aka my Fairy Godbooboo
God bless, keep and honor y’all, thanks a-plenty! MWAH
I’ve since discovered that this award comes with certain ground rules! But, as we all know, rules were made to be broken as I’ve learnt overtime! So, in line with what obtains, yep; you guessed it; I’d be breaking some rules myself!
Rather than just throw around the links of my nominees, I intend giving them all a free rein to strut their stuff and bring on their “A” Game, blowing this whole joint down to the ground, by dropping off a post, anything at all that so tickles their fancy; kinda like ‘freestyling’! The idea sounds pretty capital to me and I hope they’ll all hop on the bandwagon, be good sports ’bout this and just run with it! Let’s do this guys, pretty please?!
My first nominee’s here with his spectacular masterpiece! He goes by the name Sammoyd, his pen name; but he tells me he’s simply Sam, on the street! A little background information ’bout this blogger I most admire and respect, is that he’s a very witty guy! His writes are highly intellectual and pretty sound! What’s more, some very popular preconceived notions that have been tried and tested overtime, has been ‘rubbished’ and proven oh sooo wrong by he who I especially love to refer to as ‘Spectacular Sammie’! He’s a master at his craft and art, and that’s besides his crazy sense of humour that goes on forever! Thank you for being such a sport Sammie, I shan’t forget! I owe you BIG TIME and you more than rock, too darn hard!
Lest I forget and most importantly, He blogs here! Please guys, check him out and you shan’t be disappointed! My Word!
Late one evening a couple of weeks ago, I had gone to buy fuel just a few minute’s walk from my house like I’d done for the previous three days of another insufferable blackout. I finally bought the night’s supply after a mildly annoying queue of other people that had the ingenious plan of buying fuel at the same time as I.
As I was turning back into my street on my way back home, a motorcycle approached from the main road trying to turn into the street too, but he was looking sideways, distracted. I half-froze in the middle of the intersection and waited for the middle-aged rider to look in front of him and notice me. The most harrowing part of this experience was the fact that his headlight was off (most likely damaged by the looks of it) and it was fairly dark already he could just have easily ran me over, mistaken me for an abnormally large squirrel; taken me home and barbecued me for his hungry family to feast on.
He finally concentrated on the road just in time, startled on seeing me, briefly struggled to regain control, and he soon went on his way without incident. “Nobody got barbecued? What a stupid story Sam!” I hear you say without actually saying it. I know, but the real story is not about me ending up on a spit, it’s about what I thought (or what you would have, if you were in my sweaty oversized shoes) about the whole situation; and the stupid man who couldn’t fix his bike’s headlight.
I concluded he was a very foolish man for putting his life and mine at a fatal risk by riding blindly in the dark. Years in the future, when I’m reminiscing with my grandchildren that don’t hate to hang out with their cranky ol’ grandpa, I’m always going to start this story with “One night, moons ago, I almost got hit by a stupid man…”
Was my assessment of the man wrong? Was it a hasty conclusion from underwhelming incomplete
data? Maybe he’s actually an upstanding guy to his family and friends. Maybe his headlight was damaged because only minutes prior, he hit a bunch of mobsters that were molesting a homeless guy (for whatever reason criminals do anything).
The point is, that stupid man could have been facing challenges that made bright shiny headlights the least of his worries at that particular time. But to me, it didn’t matter because he is always going to be the stupid man that almost turned my fuel run into a barbecue party. I took a mental shortcut and made him an embodiment of the first piece of information I got about him. Heck, for all I know, the man probably thought I was some idiot hippie, not smart enough to know not to stand in front of a killing machine.
Right now, he’s probably telling this story to his drinking buddies and starting it with “So, while I was checking out this chick by the side of the road, there was this idiot standing in the middle of the road, in front of my sexy, sexy killing machine…” and ending it with “What a klutz!” But, I was only out buying fuel.
Much has been made about first impressions and how decisive they are in making judgment calls about the kinds of people we choose to get into bed with on the giant mattress provided by the universe. “You never get a second chance to make a good first impression”, so goes the saying that carries this notion on a wild piggy back ride. However, much less has been said about how limiting it can be to make snap judgments that focus too much attention on the first piece of information that jumps at you simply because it’s the easiest thing to do.
In making character judgments based on the first impressions you have of people, your mind takes a mental shortcut in the stead of a slower, more rational way of thinking to arrive at a better, well-rounded and informed opinion of them. For every one Boy meets Girl story that ends in a filmy “and they lived happily ever after (till they started having babies)”, there are millions of them that didn’t last two seconds because Boy made an adventurous dig with his finger into his nasal orifice at an inopportune moment. And because first impressions are near impossible to overturn, countless of what would have otherwise been beautiful relationships end up on the cutting room floor in the backstage of life.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover” is a nice sentiment we’d all like to live by; but making judgment calls based on first impressions just seems like an easier, lazier way of getting through life without having to complicate it with complex deliberations like, “Maybe Boy had a nose infection and had to explore his nostrils with balm every hour”, or “Maybe Boy couldn’t use a tissue for his nasal exploration because he was robbed only minutes ago”. It’s for the same reason science says that we’re more likely to conclude that a woman without makeup on her face has more moral bones in her body than one that plasters her face every chance she gets.
Stripped bare, judgment calls based on inadequately-informed first impressions are lazy and perilously fragile. Increased exposure to someone would prove over time, for better or for worse, that first impressions are premature.
Rather than take the high road and skim through a 1000-page book in rushed seconds, sometimes it’s worth the time to take a seat and read the whole book.