I've been noticing more and more of these lately. A few of them jumped out at me on my urban lunchtime run today. Such as...
...running up a shady hill, then breaking into the sunlight, which made my heart leap for joy and brought an involuntary smile to my face -- only to pass an obese nanny giving me the stink-eye.
...breaking into a sprint to jump up to my favorite pull-up tree -- only to pass a man at least one foot taller than me stooping to pick a half-smoked cigarette out of the gutter.
...standing still in the sunlight, shirtless, soaking up the rays and paralyzed by the warmth -- only to have an old woman pass by with a look of shocked alarm on her face, warning, "Don't get sunburned!" "Don't worry, I never do," I assured her. "Anymore," I added in my mind.
Six months ago, I would have been the Korg in these stories. Although I never scavenged a cigarette, I certainly indulged in my share of self-destructive behavior and had plenty of sour grapes for those with healthier lifestyles.
Now that I've slipped into this alternate universe where Korg's rules no longer apply, I want to reach out to the people I pass, to call out to them to join me and discover their true selves... but they may as well be behind soundproof, bulletproof glass. So I can only hope they see some murky image which inspires them to think...
Have you noticed any Grok vs. Korg contrasts lately?