An Intermezzo on Opinion
There was a woman who had a coffee date with someone whom she thought she knew well. (Hmmm…. Is that an opinion?) After polite greetings to one another and seating themselves, the conversation began. It wasn’t long before her friend’s finger was in her face, as her friend told her what she ought to believe and what she should think. The woman was surprised to say the least. (Like I said, she thought she knew her friend.) The woman’s reply was, “I’m not sure how I feel about your finger in my face”, to which Mrs. Finger Pointer excused herself from the table of politeness, and made a joke of said friend’s comment by sticking all of her fingers in her face and letting said friend know that pointing at people was just what she does (whether a public place or private); and, basically that anyone who know’s her should simply get over it. Whether this was F.P.’s true intent (that all should accept her actions) remains a mystery; it was not joy she had communicated that day.
I am still to this minute hoping that Mrs. Finger Pointer was perhaps embarrassed at having her finger in the face of a