Participant: Hi, I'm the Short Jewish Gal.
Group: Hi, SJG.
Participant: I'm not very comfortable with public speaking.
Leader: There are only five of us here today. Get over yourself and start talking.
Participant: What if I can't think of anything to say?
Leader: That's never stopped you before.
Participant: What if you get bored?
Leader: We're already there.
Participant: What if you get so bored you fall asleep and start snoring? Then I won't be able to concentrate. What if I just stand here, staring out into space, and you get so freaked out, you call the paramedics, but the paramedics never show up, and I spend the rest of my life as a zombie?
Leader: Zombies are very big right now. Maybe someone will build a TV show around you. Short Jewish Zombie. Maybe you'll finally find that dose of fame you've been craving your entire life.
Participant: I've never craved fame, just a little recognition, just a thank you now and then. Is that too much to ask?
Leader: Yes. Well, this has been truly riveting, SJG. Next?
Participant: I have one more question. What if I never stop what-iffing?
Leader: Then you'll keep showing up to our meetings and renewing your membership, which, by the way, you're past due.
Participant: What if you give me something resembling helpful advice?
Leader: You want some advice, here it is. I stole it out of a book on anxiety. "Turn your what-ifs into so whats."
Participant: That's it?
Leader: Yes.
Participant: Hey, that's pretty good. As in, so what if the earth opens up and swallows me whole? So what if I get hit by lighting? So what if I wake up and discover I've grown an extra toe?
Leader: Next.
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