October 7, 2011 by rebelwithalabelmaker
So, one Board meeting, Evan walked in looking very pale and shaken.
I checked immediately if it was his heart forgetting to beat, but it wasn't.
"I just read a study showing that only 30% of people pick up on sarcasm," he said, "Which means that 70% of the people who know me think I'm an A&&$#@*." (The "$#@*" is pronounced with a long "o" sound, so it rhymes with "pole".)
I wonder if 70% of the world thinks I'm an A&&$#@*. That's really the best case scenario, since it assumes that the 30% of people who pick up on my sarcasm find it endearing…
I'm not worried, though. I reassured Evan: "70% of the world couldn't hate you. Only a tiny fraction of that population even knows you exist."
Oh, I will be a good minister some day.
This brings me to my thought for today, which was told to me by my Grandma. I have no idea where she got it. She used to say:
When you're in your twenties, you care what everyone thinks of you.
When you're in your forties, you decide not to care what everyone thinks of you.
When you're in your sixties, you realize all those people weren't thinking about you all of that time anyways.
It's kind of a freeing thought, isn't it?