Dot and ish
Chelsea’s off in sunny California this week, taking a class on the Series 7 exam for her new job. To prepare she made a stack of several hundred notecards with new vocabulary words she has to learn for this test. But she began the class today by learning a couple of terms that weren’t in her book.
“There are two kinds of people in this world,” her flamboyant instructor declared. “Dot people and ish people.”
“I myself am an ish person,” she continued. “So when I say this class will start at 8 every morning, I really mean it will start at 8-ish.”
“If you’re a dot person, you need to know this so you won’t get frustrated when you show up at 8 on the dot and I’m not here.”
That got me thinking - since I am most definitely an ish person, why do I strive to fight my very nature…my ish-ness, something that’s at the core of my being, to become a dot person?
Would life be better if I just came to peace with the fact that I’m an ish person and explained that to all the people I live and work around? (I’m pretty sure most of them know that already.) Or are we ish people grossly inconsiderate of the poor dots who always sit around waiting for us?
How about you? Are you a dot person or an ish person?
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