Yesterday I went to Nashville to see Josh Ritter with my goodtime buddy, Alex.
We had to wait around for a while for the doors to open, and we ended up meeting this guy named Will while we stood around.
The incredible thing is, while meeting Will, I kicked a habit, at least for a while.
Not once did I let myself begin to imagine the things about Will that might disappoint me.
That’s a social victory for me; I’m usually pretty skeptical of the people that I meet.
The odds are just usually against them, as far as being a good person of
I know you’re supposed to be all open-minded and receptive to the very best parts of people, but I’m not kidding myself: that’s hard. And if you think you’ve perfected the art, hats off to you. They should canonize you.
But without even making a conscious effort, I simply met Will, and liked him, and that was it.
And it seemed pretty monumental to me. I get sick of being a skeptic. I get sick of being prematurely disappointed in virtual-strangers.
I met someone without having to lose (or gain) any faith in humanity in the process. I just MET the guy.
So that was the real highlight of my day.