Coaster: (n) a small mat placed under a glass to protect the table underneath.
It’s one of those factors that determines whether you are a bungler or a baron.
There are many.
But when you find yourself with a glass of drink and there is a table in front of you, do you procure a coaster so your condensation does not leave a ring on the table, or do you just put your glass down and later act completely bewildered because your hostess or host was offended by your choice?
It’s where we teeter–all human beings teeter between understanding and arrogance.
Often we understand the purpose for matters, yet in our arrogance, we resist performing the courteous function simply because it seems tedious and makes us appear too subservient.
A long time ago I had to decide whether to be a bungler or become a baron. Would I be willing to learn the things that are important to my brothers and sisters, and simply avoid conflict with their tender conscience by doing them? Or would I stubbornly going to insist that it’s a “goddamn free country,” and proceed to take my pet bull off the leash for the latest visit to the china shop?
Coasters are not effeminate.
Coasters are not irrational.
Coasters may not be necessary–but you won’t know until you don’t use one. So why take the risk, especially on the chance that you might unnecessarily offend a friend?
But stubborn we are–all children of Adam and Eve.
Yet, if you want to get back into the Garden, you need to swallow your pride and discover the location of the forbidden apples.