Slimmy Faked Arrogance

Oh…. daliy life….the master.. the guru… the Torment and the Extasis…just be open minded, opened eyed… and you will experiment… things that will leave you..just..
open mouthed…

The telephone ringed early in the morning. I’m used to it…. when we work.. mostly pupils that advice they won’t come today… to their Yoga teachings, and this …followed by a rosary of explanations about their different vital situations . Some are discreet and others…. really makes you feel that next time you will let the telephone “burn itself”… after having left the messsage in the authomatic messages receiver.

I kindly took the ear piece up… and asked..

" Yes… who is it?…"

I know this can sound kind of abrupt.. but this is the liberal translation of what we really say in Spanish… we have not the habit of announcing the number name’s owner… as in other languages, except when could be a proffesional’s telephone.

A woman’s voice questions me… on the other side…of my world.
“Hello…. good morning… is that Dr. Etxebarria’s consult office?”

It was obvious… it wasn’t.. but I want to make a little “hiatus” to the narrative to let
you ponder about how slimmy and even sticky minded someone can behaves when calling to Dr. X’s consult….Always creeping in a sort of inferiority complex, for since the beguining of Human History doctors and sorcerers (sometimes they were both) have been able to show to others exceptional powers, and the tribe be subjected to them in order to defeat pain, suffering underdevelopment and in some cases underrating social behaviour.
As many people needed of attention call home many times a year… ready to feel that we can give a solution to their many problems just doing Yoga, I know what this obsequious feelings are…. and I must assume that I “contract” a little bit, inside and keep on guard for they… they callers being too obsequious and slimmy might display an unconscious desire of me offering my whole attention to them… .. and not just receiving practical information about groups of work, or the type of teaching that we are regularly doing.

Sorry… this has been a longer “hiatus”.Never mind… we have time to share.

Myself … used too, to receiving mistaken number callings…. said to her…

“I am sorry but there is not any doctor’s consult here… this is not Dr.Etexebarrria’s office”.

Then… like in the fairy stories… the “carriage was turned into a pumpkin”.
She abruptly changed her voice note. From servicial to arrogant… from sweetness to surprised conceit. Doubling the pitch she asked me..

“But.. HOW COME!!?…Is that not the 94-4212549 (yes… it was..) "

It was…. yes it was… but in some other cases… not equal but likely… the number is wrong… and you should repeat it twice or even tree times, before the hearer assumes that he or she has called a wrong number. Eventually this lack of assuming makes you think that he or she is calling you a liar… a joker… or a phychologist that will soothe her or his terrible soul break down.. or wounded pride.. conceited about the impossibility of making mistakes. This is very frequent.
This is very annoying… and why not…? very dramatic, for we Spanish people have been even self-crititizied about being arrogant… and briefly, is a true fact of Life.
Must be our historical inferiority complex…. about having been an Empire some centuries ago… and seen how this Empire was being dismembered and turned to a “bloody mesh”… in a sort of “blood-letting”…. and that, making us to be turned into firing proud souls.

And now… excusing again for another “hiatus”….comes the best of all..

Without loosing control I kindly told her.
“Sorry madam…. but they have given you my own telephone number..” Obviating… may be that she could have wrongly taken the number herself…but now.. I could not hurt any more her frail ego….And she suddenly turned again her voice tone.. and asked me half praying and half in an stupid mood…."

“Oh… what a pity…. might be… but… eeeer….. could you possibly know it?”

Well… when am writing this.. I really am having a good time… laughing really laughing.. it was so comical. But … could you beleive me that even I had answered her negatively… she asked the same question again…?.
I stopped for a brief second and then… disarmed…continued…
“Sorry…. but.. how come could I know it?
Then.. the conversation ceased… I said goodbye and put the receiver down.

And now…. you would make me happy and favoured with your confidency if you … honestly would assure that this is no what I consider an Spanish people characteristic… but somehow.. it is a common behaviour shared by other souls of this “master-class”… dear Daily Planet.

@ Copyright Rosa Cobos 2009 . All rights reserved

Slimmy Faked Arrogance


Bilbao, Spain

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