When the band took a break, the locals spilled into the alley and started putting on a weirder-than-usual show outside the sweaty bar, blowing shit up and yelling and screaming with random outbursts of indecipherable anger rants. A drunk was shouting and demanding respect and promptly received a kick in the chest from the door man. Someone looked at the drunk, and as if to give him the summary of his just received lesson said, “You gotta earn respect,” then shook his head and went back inside the bar. The whole episode didn't seem to phase anyone but me, so I went back inside to escape the street crazy. Yeah, the bar was safer than the street. Frying pan or fire.
In the midst of all the madness someone told me all the affirmations they were practicing, and it was all very nice chit-chat until she said she was trying to develop her curiosity. It took a few seconds for that to make its way through my old thought grinder, but when it did the noise in the bar faded into the background and then curiosity was all I could think about:
Curiosity keeps you moving forward like a shark in the life’s waters.
You cant be curious living life with your head down and going through the motions.
You can’t be curious watching TV.
You can’t be curious staring at the bottom of one more gin and tonic.
And for those playing along at home, I am fairly certain that being curious as to who will be your next American Idol does not count.
So, what can you learn from the crazy people you see in sweaty bars?
Be curious and ask the right questions, because if you ask the wrong questions you’ll get the wrong answers and make the wrong opinions, and then you’ll end up drunk in the alley by the bar screaming at people and getting kicked in the chest and no one will care because you’re just another asshole with an opinion demanding respect you haven’t earned.