Believe nothing merely because you have been told it. Do not believe what your teacher tells you merely out of respect for the teacher. But whatsoever, after due examination and analysis, you find to be kind, conducive to the good, the benefit, the welfare of all beings — that doctrine believe and cling to, and take it as your guide.
Write my sister a story to tell her how great she is.
I have a very beautiful elder sister (actually I have three). Anyway sometimes I think this sister doesn’t realise how very special she is. She’s always running round helping people, babysits more grandchildren than you could beat with sticks, and every time I’ve been in trouble she’s been right there.
Plus this sister of mine is REALLY CLEVER. She listens to Fact Radio and reads Fact Books and remembers lots of important things about what you shouldn’t eat and how the (human) world is coming to an end, which I’d like to know about but don’t have the brains, let alone the stamina.
And what else? Well I used to be quite jealous of this sister, because she could somehow eye a man up at twenty paces and the next thing he’d be sitting next to her – ignoring lissom, intellectual MOI – and buying her drinks and chatting her up like crazy! This woman is petite, cute and an Olympic level flirt! Anyway my beautiful sister, while not being exactly a saint – who is, anyway! – is really lovable and intelligent and unique and the best friend anyone could ever have – so I wrote her a silly story to celebrate.
And here it is.
On a wet Sunday morning, Father Brian O’Riley stood at the taxi rank at Sydney Airport, holding a black leather briefcase. He wore a black suit and round black hat: underneath it, his cobalt eyes, lean, handsome features and saturnine expression seemed strangely worldly for one of his profession.
The Archbishop’s driver came hurrying up behind him…….
Lest old acquaintance?
Isn’t it funny what coincidence throws up! If I believed in Stuff, I would almost think it was Stuff trying to tell me stuff. Anyway, this is what happened. I was sitting writing my novel, thinking, I haven’t done anything particularly NICE this week, when my mobile rings.
I have this funny effect on a few people. Occasionally I’ll meet/see/sleep with someone, and they will NEVER forget it. It sounds vain to say so but actually I think most other people just have a much better memory than I do. So every now and again one of these people will ring me, out of the blue, and say, “Hello Rose, it’s me! How are you!” as if we only just met last week and were good mates. When in fact, we met a VERY long time ago.
ANYWAY – who should it be on my mobile but one of these people. So we have a little conversation, in which she says ‘I’m feeling very lonely at the moment. How about I come visit you some time (from another city)?’ and I say ‘That’s a lovely suggestion but I’m really busy right now – maybe we could just email for now?’ And I ring off and think,
Ok, Universe. So here I am, going on about how I should try to be nicer to people – so you send me someone – a lonely, friendless person – to be nice to, and AM I nice to her?? Not very.
Well I think about it for a bit and then I think, there was a time (more than one) when I was lonely. I wanted to make friends with someone and THEY decided there wasn’t anything in it for them, so they rejected me. It didn’t feel great. NOW I’m the one who can withhold or reject. So I wrote my acquaintance a friendly email, saying that it was nice that she’d got in touch and that I know how it feels to be lonely. I hope she’ll write back.
I’m now waiting for my OTHER admirer to call. Only I know what he – still – wants, and it’s not an email.
Current Points Status: I think I may have reached Cockatoo level. I see a lot of those around at the moment and they have a nice life sitting up in the trees round here and deafening people.
Plus, I’m going well on the Not Thinking Cannibalistic Thoughts About My Ex front. Not from trying, just because – finally – I seem to be losing interest in it. And don’t forget the Cat Lady, Captain Savage!
Next week, I challenge Captain Savage not to say anything bad about anyone for the WHOLE WEEK. After that, he can let loose, because I wouldn’t wish more than a week’s verbal constipation on anyone!