Dingy – a person of supreme idiocy
While it’s still fresh, I might as well talk about how I almost yanked my head off coming into the house. Kidding -- no I’m not! Last week, both of my hands were full of odds and ends (grocery bags, lunch box, work purse etc) which I wanted to superwoman my way lugging them all at one time to save multiple trips to the car. My motley of keys is strung together by a blue neckband and I decided to leave it strapped around my neck while unlocking our front door. Normally, the repertoire of door-opening maneuvers concerning our front door would require steroid-aided STRENGTH (key in, twist to right, turn knob while applying pressure, push door with left shoulder—repeat if necessary; kick when desperate). That day since only my feet were free, I bent forward to insert the key and gave the door a powerful push with my foot (okay, “kick” was more like it). In an instant, the door SWUNG wide open in one very smooth sliding WOOSH! I forgot that hubby already fixed the hinges a few weeks back. And I forgot that my neck was still attached to the keys --and the doorknob. I felt like a cartoon character. The door pulled me into the house like an ultra-hospitable hostess at uber level, head first.
Let me tell you how last Thursday, I showed up for a Kaiser lab test appointment diligently early but in a different location. I even asked the lady at the desk, “Excuse me, where is the Gastroentorology department?” while showing her my appointment card. The lady said “oh, it’s in Hayward , it should be in your card.” You bet it was! Good thing, Union City wasn’t too far. We made it in time…hubby was driving for me (while I was driving him crazy).
I’m also dingy like that.
There are other times though, I must admit that I just like to play “dingy”. Well, not really. But being new when I just arrived in the US allowed me to enjoy that comfortable period where “not knowing or having little sometimes-funny-and-cute-sometimes-not-really-funny-at-all mistakes” is forgivable because I was wet-behind-the-ears-new at most things. But I’m a little bit over that anxious “period of adjustment and ignorance”. I realized I still like to ask questions and play innocent on some facts and issues. Like a sponge, I like to absorb information (and observe people). Plus I hate having to argue, so sometimes it’s better to play, let’s put it this way, “uninformed” hahaha *evil* and subsequently cut discussions short (or whisk me off sticky situations without a sweat). That way too, it’s easy to distinguish who among the people I mingle with are genuinely brilliant and those who are pretending to be smart-wanting-to-ALWAYS-prove-they-know-something-smart-a$$es. Most of the time, I see those who simply have a big heart trying to help a newbie out. So normally, my saying, “really is that so?” is my way of seeing who’s going to burst into a diarrhea of information that is simply a subliminal egotistic surge (this rewards me with good internal laughter) or who’s going to give me the “I-know-you-can-completely-grasp-so-this-is-gonna-be-brief” orientation on things (the real wise slice of the populace).
Maybe I’m a clever person pretending to be real dingy (that way, screw-ups ain’t obvious and penalizing).WHO DOESN'T WANT TO BE CUTE ONCE IN A WHILE??? HAHAHA OR…
Maybe I’m really one dingy life form disguised as a clever person who pretends to be dingy.
Sometimes, could be just plain apathetic.
I’m convoluted like that. We’ll never know. I don’t know? LOL.
I never fully understood the concept of “sacrifice”, the whole theology of it and everything, although I practiced it without question all my life being raised as a Catholic. What I knew was that it is a way of thanking God and showing Him my love. And that at some point our chosen “sacrifice” may benefit someone in need, which is the main thrust of Christianity. Some would even add that we might get some blessings in return for our offering. 
