The Little Things
I just got back to my apartment building Friday evening after going grocery shopping. Obviously, I was looking ridiculously attractive in my sweatpants, henley, and a deerstalker (or as most people call it, my Sherlock hat). The market is a block away from my apartment so I take very obvious liberties in rushing there to grab my groceries. On the way back, I had four very heavy plastic bags in my hands, the kind where they’re so heavy that the handles are cutting into your circulation and the plastic is stretching with every step you take. I rushed back to my apartment, nodded a greeting to the doorman, and luckily an elevator just opened up. I darted inside, and breathed a little sigh. As the door was closing I caught a glimpse of someone rushing to make the elevator and instinctively stuck my foot in the door. As the elevator closed on my foot, I wiggled it a little and managed to hold the door. The girl (and no, it wasn’t her) smiled and walked in.
She said, “I can tell you’re a gentleman, most people don’t do the small things like that. They would’ve just let the doors close.”Obviously, that comment was flattering. My extremely cool and measured response was a goofy smile and “I sure hope so.”
Now, I don’t know anything about the gentleman part. I try to be one, but I know I can be as big an asshole as anyone when it comes to certain things. What really made me think was her comment about doing the small things. I do believe that the details are extremely important. I’ve always thought that eventually, when I meet the right girl, I’d be a good significant other. Nowadays, I’m not so sure anymore, maturity comes with being more aware of your faults perhaps, but I’d still like to think I’d do all the small things. Holding the door, making breakfast, maybe flowers once in a while. Hopefully those things can make up for the bigger mistakes I’m fairly sure I’ll make.
But at the end of the day, who the hells knows. This is all conjecture, but I do believe that there is meaning the mundane gestures that we go through, in some way, they influence who we are and how we’re perceived, which sometimes, is just as important.