Perception

Perception is everything. I know you've heard that one before. Well, it is...really.

Recently at work, I've been speaking with other managers in the office about what is perceived to be too many absences and tardies by some employees. One of the managers took it upon herself to delve into the situation and research whether the perception is indeed factual. Interestingly, in her mind, it's not. She does not think the compiled absences and tardies are noteworthy; I, on the other hand, think they're outrageous...but again it's about perception, and that differs immensely from person to person.

What of Lizard? My perception is multi-fold. I have no doubt that he is intimately interested in me, even beyond a physical state, yet his actions often tell another story. He is largely uncommunicative and has even acknowledged his lackadaisical attitude and genuine uninterest in dating...anyone. So, is it any wonder that at times I feel our relationship is purely sexual? Perception.

And that brings me to the dancer. Though mostly out of my life at the moment, for which I am most assuredly grateful, his birthday was yesterday, and being a friend, I sent him the obligatory birthday wishes. Upon further analysis, however, over the course of the day, it became alarmingly apparent that we are in actuality not friends at all. His definition of "friend" is nowhere near synonymous with mine. Perception.

Yesterday seemed to bring quite a few revelations. I received a message...completely out of the blue...as I have not heard from him since Christmas. At the moment, though, there is no perception...it just is and that is enough.