I recently had a visitor come crash at my pad in San Francisco, a girl whom I met surfing in the Dominican Republic at Swell Surf Camp. She taught me some very valuable surf lessons while I was still on my 9’ foam top (look at the beach, not at your board Linds!), but even more importantly, an innumerable amount of life lessons during a very transitional period for me. Sure, a year later on a reunion trip, she left me for a handsome Italian guy in Costa Rica, but let’s face it, he can offer things I am just ill equipped to offer.
The most admirable aspect of Krista is her acceptance for others in conjunction with, and almost more importantly, her acceptance for herself. Most recently she told me a story that had me rolling. Apparently she and her boyfriend went to this socialite party in Guadalajara, where he is from. A Texas native, some would assume Krista may feel the need to assimilate with these hoity-toity bluebloods in case they weren’t as charmed by her wit as I am. Well as she tells it, these cats were talking about the latest in literature and asked Krista about which book she had most recently read, to which she answered, and I quote, “Green Eggs and Ham to my nephew when he was 3. He’s fourteen now. I don’t read.” I can’t get enough of it. Not that reading isn’t great for those who enjoy it, it is! But I just want to kiss a person who owns up to their personal reality, where you can be a superstar at some things, but certainly not everything. Krista can beat most boys out to the break in a gnarly paddle out, even on a longboard, at 43 years old, but in case you were wondering, she doesn’t read.
These are the kind of life lessons we all need! We can’t all be literature aficionados or professional surfers, but we can be just as proud of what we are not as we are proud of what we are.
So next time I go to the airport and buy my habitual two magazines, I will break my shameful habit of putting The Economist on top of my Us Weekly to hide the embarrassment that I, too, read trash magazines. I will waive my Us Weekly flag loud and proud, learning most importantly how celebrities are “just like us.” Only after which will I open Economist, and that is only if my Xanax hasn’t kicked in first.