Have you ever had one of those moments when you realized that not everyone was on the same page? Not all on board? I had one of those moments yesterday. And then I realized that it’s because it doesn’t exist. Because people don’t read – they just wait for the movie to come out. And because I’m not on a boat.
Instead, I’m bobbing around in the ocean wearing little inflatable arm floaties. Periodically they grow limp, and I tread water while I blow some more air into them.
I’m not alone. I’m holding hands with other people who have arm floaties too. And they’re hanging onto more people with arm floaties and we’re actually a little cluster of floaty people, bobbing around on the ocean together.
It gets a little frustrating, because there are also these people on jet skis who ride around us, pointing and laughing. They speed close and shoot water at us. Then they laugh and zoom away.
I can see a cruise ship in the distance. The people on the cruise ship don’t notice our little group of floaty people. They’re too busy goofing off in the pool and eating at the buffet. I wonder if they realize that the 24 hour buffet sign is more like a hope than a promise.
But as I look further into the distance, I can see that my little cluster of floaty people is connected to other clusters, and we’re really a huge web of floaty people, as far as the eye can see. We’re a floaty brigade.
I’m going to try to remember this when I talk to other floaty people. When I expect them to be on board, I’ll remind myself that there is no “on board.” The ocean is vast, and their little section might look different from mine. My floaties are pink, but maybe theirs are blue or yellow, or polka-dotted. A few of them even have pool noodles and inflatable crocodiles. (Sometimes I wish I had a pool noodle.) But we’re all floaty people. We are all getting sprayed by jet ski people, and we’re all watching the same cruise ship, even if we have different perspectives.
Speaking of the cruise ship, I really hope they remembered to pack their life jackets.