Thank you Rubber Band Man
For some reason, it is always my walk to the Metro where I have my deepest thoughts of the day. I always have the urge to stop mid-walk to write something for the blog. With music playing in my ears and the sites of the neighborhood, the thoughts always come rushing into my brain that somehow escape me later in the day.
I was deep in thought this morning as I strolled up my usual path. My mood matched the music–dark and contemplative. I was thinking of dark moments in my life, of organizational dysfunction, of what I wanted to do with my life, of relationship challenges. I was awash in deep thoughts about the meaning of my life.
Then, enter Rubber Band Man. A man walking the opposite way on the sidewalk, had a long-sleeved black t-shirt on with shiny silver lettering which read, “Rubber Band Man”. He oh-so-casually lit a cigarette, nodded his head at me and said, “Hey baby.”
Spell instantly broken. Rubber Band Man brought me right back down to the absurdity of life. I was filled with gratitude. His less than charming reference to me as “baby” took all the hot air and seriousness out of my morning and reminded me to get the stick out of my ass.
Yes, there are many problems in the world. Yes, I am trying to figure out what to do with my life. But Rubber Band Man reminded me to stop asking some many questions and just for a moment enjoy the ride.
