On Sunny Lane: Aren't We Special?

A couple of weeks ago, I went to the dentist to get my teeth examined and cleaned.

After the dental assistant had scraped all of the gunk off of my teeth, she asked me what flavor of powdered tooth cleanser I wanted her to use. I could choose from mint, cherry, raspberry and grape. I chose mint. After the polishing, I asked her if mint was her best seller and she said it was. I thought most people would try something new when they had the chance.

Many years ago, I was shopping for a new mattress for my bed. I didn’t want to make any hasty decision about an item that would consume one-third of my lifetime. I wanted one that would accommodate my unique back contours and my special sleep position. Since I have back issues, I wanted a mattress that would address those issues.

I went around the large display room, trying one bed after another. I didn’t just hop in and hop out. I spent about five minutes in each bed, trying different sleep positions. The salesman had left me alone, but came back from time to time to see if I was okay.

Finally I made a decision. When I did, the salesman said, “That’s a good choice. It’s our most popular model.” I could have saved time and energy if I would have just asked him to point it out to me when I came in.

When Sweetheart and I had a gray car, I had a situation where I would often go to someone else’s gray car in the parking lot and, mistaking it for mine, attempt to get in. I decided that, since I was in danger of being arrested for breaking and entering, we should buy a different color car next time.

So, I suggested that very thing to Sweetheart and he was okay with it. I had my heart set on copper, but there was none of that color in the car lot, so we decided on blue. Blue is a pretty color. I like blue. So, that is what we got.

Turns out, a lot of people like blue cars. It wasn’t long before I was trying to get into other people’s blue cars in the parking lot. Thank Goodness people keep their car doors locked! Last year, ten years later, we got a red car for the same reason. What do you think happened? You guessed it!

All through the years, I have thought my opinions and preferences and beliefs were unique--that no one else felt the way I do. Maybe, I’ve been wrong all of these years.

Sure, everybody doesn’t believe and act the way I do and I’m not like everybody. But, there are enough of us who have likenesses to make feel “normal” and enough of us who are not alike to make me feel special

Maybe, we’re all the same that way. And that is good.

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Dorothy is the author of two books—“Miles and Miracles” and “Getting It All Together “. You can purchase a book or send a comment by emailing her at dorothybutzknight@gmail.com