I was told that people want to know what's going on in my life, so I've decided to join the blogging craze. The world has been changed by blogs. There is a blog for every topic under the sun. I'm sure there's a blog about the subtle changes in Joey Crawford's bald head. Most blogs are not worth your time. That may or may not end up being the case for this blog.
Over the past couple of months at my job, I have noticed that I have a pronounced weakness. I can never remember what people wear. I just don't notice that kind of thing. Pretty much all I remember are very general things about the person's outfit, i.e., that they were wearing a shirt and pants. Beyond that, I really do not notice.
After recognizing this weakness, I began to wonder what is it that I notice when I see people? What is it that others notice? A quick survey of a few other people included answers such as their clothes, their shoes, how they treat others, their body language, etc. Different people notice different things.
I for one, tend to notice the way a person moves, or particularly, the way they walk or run (if that's what they happen to be doing). My initial judgments of others are highly correlated to the coordination or awkwardness of the person's motions. As I interact more with the person, my initial judgment of that person often quickly changes based on how I perceive their personality, but the fact remains that if you move like a goober, you are a goober in my mind until you prove otherwise.
Why do I notice these things? Why do I notice more the awkward bounce in a girl's walk at church more than their summer dress of some color that I do not really pay attention to until somebody else points it out?
The answer is simple -- sports have conditioned me to subconsciously scrutinize the athletic strengths and weaknesses of everybody I come across. I analyze if they have lightning-fast quickness, brute strength, or explosive leaping abilities. In essence, every time I meet somebody, I am immediately deciding if I would want them on my team in a pick up game of whatever sport you choose.
So if I don't pick you to be on my team, it's probably because you don't have the ability. Sorry.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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