I must stop being amazed

December 4th, 2009

Amazement is something for a special occasion. It is supposed to be rare. It is supposed to be worth a story. It is not for everyday use.

I amaze so easily, and so frequently, that amazement has ceased to be special to me. It has become mundane. I need to check my standards for amazement. I need to raise the bar. I need to make amazement once again worth having.

I must stop being amazed, for example, when a man rings my doorbell because he cannot figure out the house numbers on my street. "Is this number thirty", he asks. I lean out, in a mock gesture, to gaze at the street number opposite my front door. It does not say thirty. I imagine this gesture will suffice to make him understand. Instead he reiterates his dilemma. "Is this number thirty." No. It is not. I must not be amazed, even if it is a man in his fifties. With gray hair, an elegant tie, and a fancy suit. Who proceeds to reenter his expensive automobile. How does a person like that not know how to read street numbers. I must not be amazed.

I must not be amazed, either, at the communal workers. Who must necessarily have intimate knowledge of such complicated administrative intricacies as are street numbers. Through their work of visiting various addresses everyday. Who still ring my doorbell by mistake.

One wonders how such people can accomplish complicated tasks like air travel, which requires all sorts of documents, procedures, requires remembering important facts and following a timetable. How do they manage it? It seems amaz I'm sure they pull it off somehow.

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2 Responses to "I must stop being amazed"

  1. erik says:

    Good chuckle :D

  2. Paul Matusiak says:

    Amazing language, no it really is! :D You should write a book someday