I discovered a chaos whistler in our apartment building this morning. Do you know the kind of person I'm talking about? Somebody who cheerfully whistles away the day, without bothering to necessarily follow any particular tune, rhythm or musical rules? They don't have any significant musical talent and they certainly aren't making any sort of intellectual point; they are just enjoying the day enough to not care whether the music makes sense. Let the whistle go wherever it will!My guy at the New Boston Square apartment building this morning was whistling to himself loudly as he walked down the third floor hallway, whistled himself onto the elevator and was still whistling nonsensically and very loudly when I came out the stairwell in the basement garage. His whistle went chaotically everywhere and the guy didn't even care...he cheered me up and didn't even know it.
There's something very, very important about this. I haven't quite put a finger on it yet. But there is something valuable in this kind of chirpy joy. Don't you think?
Here's to the chaos whistlers among us!
