I learned a lot about myself this weekend.
First, I haven't fully decompressed from police life, but I see a progression.
Yesterday, on a hunt for an old but new fishing spot, I realized that man cops are wound really tight. I used to be like that. Not a man cop, but wound really tight. Plus, everything they do, they think they are going to be jeopardizing their man cards, so they tread lightly and go afraid.
Trudging through the river and rocks for some distance, we were pointing out some good spots where the bass might lie in wait. Mind you, I'm a trout person, so this is somewhat different for me. Good thing most river fish think alike so I didn't look too stupid.
As I was walking along the rocks, I noticed a natural phenomenon. I stopped suddenly. The man cop behind me kept making noise and talking about the great rock area on the bank as the best place to cast.
Then it happened.
I was surrounded in tornado fashion by hundreds of butterflies. They landed on me. I put my arms out to enjoy all the magic.
Then it happened.
"It's amazing. Isn't that the coolest thing?"
"Who cares about butterflies? Did you see that rock area on the bank? Prime fishing holes."
I chose to ignore the triteness.
As I watched, the butterfly brigade reformed into a glob on some more rocks. I snuck up on them like Elmer Fudd. I braced myself for another tornado effect. I did this over and over again. Apparently, it did not amuse man cops who could not appreciate such a natural wonder.
"Here I am so excited about a great fishing spot and you are fiddling with butterflies."
"Excuse me. This is magic. Look. One just landed on my boob."
"With my boob or the butterflies?"
"I really think when we bring our poles down I am going to work that bank with the rock ledges."
"Oh wow. Look at all the different colors!There's an orange one and a blue one..."
"You are like oh let's go...fishing! and SQUIRREL!"
Not that I wasn't excited about fishing because it is good for the soul and one of my favorite things to do. BUT...how often do you get tornadoed by hundreds of butterflies in the wild?
I think I had been wound that tight at one time when everything had to be according to plan and just so. If any off road driving occurred, the car was derailed. What a bitch I must have been.
Yep. I'm pretty sure I acted like a bitch.
Note to self. Take a moment to enjoy new things and gifts put in front of you.