Nearsighted Monkeys

 The topic today was an examination of how helpful meditation can be in tempering the alcoholic's "it's not enough, it's never enough" syndrome.  To be, to be . . . NO!  Do something!  Be productive, you lazy ass.

Too many of us are descendents of restless, never-satisfied explorer types escaping persecution and by "persecution" I mean "anyone telling us what to do."  It's no wonder we're restless people.  We get a lot of shit done but feel bad about it.  All of this falls under the It's No Wonder I Drank heading.

There are no nearsighted monkeys in nature.  We know this weird fact because it's possible to measure the ocular acuity of animals without a response.  There are instruments that can measure that.  So when you see your eye doctor don't lie because he or she knows.  You know why there are no blind monkeys?  They miss the trees.

Part of traveling is to see the amazing sights and part of traveling is to stumble into the unexpected.  Sometimes the amazing sights are jammed with tourists and unremarkable but then again to gain the reputation of amazing sometimes they really are amazing.  You'll never know until you give it a shot.  But it's the serendipitous discoveries that make me the happiest.  I find that the places I visit with the lowest expectations often end up being my favorite places.  They're not weighted down with all of my demands.

I tire of people quickly in part because I'm so fully engaged when I'm with them.  I tend to have very intense relationships that come and go.  There's this tension between the routine, the expected, and the excitement of newness.