Some people keep diaries. I resolved to do that a bunch of times, but never managed to keep it going past January. So now I just keep a list of my New Year's resolutions. A few lines once a year and done. I always enjoy a good laugh when I look back at the list each year. How can I be so naive about myself? One resolution that crops every few years is to stop meddling in other people's lives, even if those lives could benefit from some well-intentioned meddling. I know, I know-- right there I'm starting with a deeply flawed premise. I have no right to decide if another person needs my...let's call it "help." Of course there are those who would call it a lot of other things, none of them printable.
I remember the time I arranged a blind date for my sister with my boyfriend's cousin. He seemed like the perfect gentleman right up until the time she lent him money for what was supposed to be emergency dental work and he left town with no forwarding address.
I'm afraid my niece Rory hasn't been safe from my meddling either. Just last spring she was planning a trip to Arizona, so I decided to include myself and my amateur acting troupe. I even made planned the itinerary and made all the reservations as a surprise for her. We were only there twenty-four hours when we wound up in the middle of a murder investigation. Needless to say, Rory didn't have much of a vacation.
I've also set her up with every eligible bachelor I've come across. Okay, there were a couple who weren't quite so eligible, but I didn't know it at the time. The bottom line is that the girl really needs to be dating more or she'll never find Mr. Right. Unfortunately, all the men I nagged her into seeing were Mr. Wrong, Mr. Boorish, and on down the line to Mr. Are-You-Kidding-me? It's a miracle the girl still takes my calls.
One of my most infamous acts of meddling stemmed from an innocent effort to end a spat between two mutual friends. Suffice it to say that my plan was a great success. They became fast friends again, but neither of them will have anything more to do with me. As they say, no good deed goes unpunished. You'd think that would have cured me of meddling, but you'd be wrong. It did teach me a valuable lesson about myself, though -- so this year I stopped resolving to give up meddling. Finally -- a resolution I'll be able to keep!
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