Honk
by keb
I am a bachelor for the week as my family has taken a trip while I try to keep the cash flow coming. So I did the bachelor thing and went out to the store to get a pack of hotdogs.
On the way I saw a group of kids on a corner all doing fist pumps to get people to honk. I not only gave them one honk, I honked many times in various rhythms. Some of the kids jumped with excitement, the girls waved, one kid gave me a thumbs up. There were smiles all around.
What would I have missed had I ignored them and just continued on? What did I give? What did I receive?
Comments
I’ve thought about this sort of thing quite a bit- the idea of giving and holding back. What is it that holds a person back from doing such a small thing as honking their horn? Is it fear? Of what, then?
I admit I would probably likely be a non-honker. It’s very annoying to me that resisting fun and interaction is easier than not sometimes. Why is that?
You know, I’m not sure. I used to resist things like that. When I was in high school (and even currently) people were always judging each other. I was completely frustrated with what was the “social norm.”
Who wrote those rules and why do we follow them? The only rules we really need to follow are God’s rules, not social restrictions we give ourselves. It came to a point where I realized that I didn’t care what people thought of me (as far as the weirdness/dork/strange factor) as long as people knew I loved them. Teenagers still mock me when I use my Heely’s at Target or Wal-Mart, but my kids like the ride in the cart better.