As I’m walking down the hallway at work, I notice two women from another department walking towards the stairwell. Both are wearing shirts the same shade of green. I smile and say, “Green Day” and stop myself just as I’m about to continue with, “American Idiot!”
See, I know where my thoughts were (train of thought: green shirts, green day, Green Day (the band), American Idiot (first song that popped into my head), but if I had said those last two words, the women probably would have taken offense, thinking I was calling them idiots.
I didn’t want to take that chance.
And I seriously patted myself on the back by not letting those words tumble out of my mouth, because historically I just keep going. Then, as I try to explain myself, I get myself into deeper trouble.
I once had this fleeting thought, that wouldn’t it be nice if people thought the same way I do? But then I shudder to think of it. I mean, what would this world be like if everyone just let the words roll without thinking of the consequences? How many times have I said something only to have to apologize later? It’s not fun.
I like to have fun.
Sometimes someone says something or does something that triggers a song in my head. Sometimes I go ahead and start singing or humming it out loud, sometimes I don’t. I’ve learned that many of the people around me in meetings are usually younger and don’t necessarily know the songs I grew up with or know now. I’ve also learned that life is not a TV show or movie where people spontaneously burst into song and everyone joins in. Mostly in real life, they just look at you like you’re strange …
or an American idiot.