So a couple days ago I was hanging out with my buddy Derek.
He had a little bit of paint on his face. I’m talking a nice stripe right down his cheek.
I didn’t care. Whatever. Dude’s got some paint on his face, so what? I mean, I could have said something about it, but I didn’t want to offend him. Besides, I’m fairly tolerant of people that like to paint their face.
Derek had to go talk to somebody or something (who knows what that guy does).
He came back all sorts of upset.
“Why didn’t you tell me I had paint on my face?”
I didn’t know what to say.
“I don’t know dude. I didn’t want you to get upset. Besides, I’m a farly tolerant guy. You wanna paint your face, that’s your deal.”
So while Derek was talking to people, looking all stupid, I didn’t want to say anything that would embarass him.
Oops. Maybe I should have.
Maybe sometimes, we just need to let people know that they’ve got some paint on their face.