Sometimes, I marvel at the power I wield. Like when the elevator doors open, and I get to walk in first, while five others stand around waiting for me to do so. It can be a lot of pressure, when I don’t feel like being first, or when I’m carrying a large bag and need to get by a man or two. But, inevitably, I find the strength within to move forward. They’re counting on me, after all.
In my younger years, I found this responsibility bothersome, and was not afraid to let people know it. But now that I’ve made it through my teen angst, I feel myself quite lucky to have married a man who opens the car door for me and waits for me to be seated before seating himself. He’s not opposed to my holding open the door, but he’s a gentleman. Last week, I had to refrain from coaching some teenage boys to wait until I had left the elevator before rushing out themselves. If it makes a woman in their future feel as special as it makes me feel, they would have thanked me. But hopefully they’ll learn it on their own.
Posted by Shokufeh at August 5, 2003 01:52 PM