There are things I like that I have no good reason to. You do too. You know you do. For me some of them are stress balls (not to de-stress with but to keep in a display among others knock knacks and dust catchers on a bookshelf), hats of any type (NOT worn backward), anything with Peanuts (the comic strip), anything with peanuts (the food), red cars (fully 50% of the cars I’ve owned were/are red). There are many many many many other things I like but they took some time getting used to or I had some reason that I like them more/better/deeper that some other version of them whatever they may be.

These things that I just like, for no apparent reason, defying explanation, or I should know better than to, were like at first sight. There was never a time I didn’t like peanut butter cups or Kung Pao chicken or chicken satay. Nor have I ever met a hat I didn’t like. You get the idea. They all made a grand first impression on me.

What is it that the dime store philosophers say about first impressions? You never get a second chance to make a first impression. I take exception to that. With that? I take exception with that. I think sometimes people’s first impressions are so innocuous that one doesn’t even recognize an impression has been made. Other times first impressions are so offensive that one puts them out of their mind. For those of us who fall somewhere between Marvin Milquetoast and Attila the Hun, well, we probably do drop into that category of people who need to be a bit careful of the first impression they make.

What do you do if you make a less than stellar first impression. Review, revise, and retry. Nothing says you can’t strive to make fabulous second, third and fourth impressions. If you don’t want to go through all that, check out Differences Among Us, this week’s Uplift post at ROAMcare. Your first impression of it might be that it has little to do with first impressions. Sorry. It really does.