The surface conceals a lot. Especially at this age. Except for the most dedicated individualists among us, we seem to blend together as life progresses. I find myself making assumptions about people, all the time, based solely on superficial impressions.
I’m afflicted by the continuing belief that almost everyone has it together but me. Despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, I am surprised whenever someone tells me they’ve been married before, that the current spouse is not the original spouse.
You may be able to imagine the drop-jaw I suffered when an accountant friend confided that he has no will. I expect bean counters to have their stuff together, compiling facts, figures and papers is supposed to come naturally to them. I know of a lawyer who has no money and mountains of debt and physicians who have experienced garnishments for back child support. You would expect that kind of chaos from me but not from them.
The reverse is also true. People often believe I’m a teacher or, when they discover I have business interests, they imagine I favor exploiting the poor to benefit the rich. Sometimes it’s amusing, often it’s insulting. I can’t get mad because I do it too.