Perspective: To think about a situation or problem in a wise and reasonable way.
Today I'm going to search for perspective. I'm going to continue a lifelong practice of moving out of my head and looking at things - especially upsetting things - from a distance. The closer I get the less I see. Very few things are forever and very few things never change.
Long: Having great duration.
Today I'm going to take the long view. I'm going to remember that whatever's happening today is almost certainly not going to be important in my future. Probably won't be important tomorrow. I'm not even going to talk about how unimportant it will be in a year or five years or ten years, if I'm still alive. Weirdly enough I'm going to do this while practicing the time honored tradition of One Day At A Time.
Balance: Mental equilibrium; mental health; calmness, a state of remaining clear-headed and unperturbed.
Today I'm going to consider how important balance is in my life. It's not as bad as I imagine and it's not as good as I imagine. It's somewhere in between. The outcomes I project rarely come true. The outcomes are almost somewhere in the middle. Get in the middle!
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Monday, June 15, 2020
Grasping, Craving, Averting Seaweed
Craving: A powerful desire for something.
Aversion: Opposition or repugnance of mind; fixed dislike.
In the second noble Truth, the Buddha tells us that the root of all suffering is attachment, and said that the fundamental cause of suffering is "the attachment to the desire to have (craving), the attachment to the desire not to have (aversion) and the attachment to ignorant views".
I would like to speak to this second noble Truth but I should probably mention the first, third, and fourth noble Truths.
1. Y'all gonna suffer.
2. See Above.
3. Y'all can stop suffering in 29 easy steps.
4. Here's how y'all can stop the damn suffering, already.
See how I am as an alcoholic? Right to the second step. Screw the first step. The First Step doesn't apply to me despite the fact that it's the first step. I'm in a hurry to get this shit done.
I feel like I've gotten past possessing a lot of stuff. I definitely spend my time and money on experiences today. Having things is a burden - it costs real money and real mental square feet. I have a friend who has contracted with his Dumpster Guy to have a large dumpster parked in his front driveway and he's throwing a lot of junk into it, some of it possibly hazardous, and it's attracting attention. People wonder what you have in your house that you have to put into a dumpster, one with a 1.5 ton limit. THAT'S a lot of stuff.
I wonder if my church upbringing has spurred my gradual transformation to a stuff-lite world? You know - the whole idea that this life is a dark and messy bog that one has to slog through to get to a wonderful afterlife and avoid a really, really awful afterlife. Might be part of it, this idea that what we're doing is simply prep work and consequently isn't that important.
I wonder if my late-in-life interest in Buddhism and other Eastern philosophies has something to do with it, too? The above quote would suggest that this is so. Quit grasping. Quit holding on. The Buddha says that it's all going to go: all of it, your stuff, your family, your friends, your health, your life.
I don't have to wonder if the Big Migration from the Midwest to California has something to do with it. I had a big house - three floors and a full basement - and there was stuff everywhere, mountains of stuff, avalanches of stuff, oceans of stuff, much of it outdated or redundant. We got rid of half of our possessions and still brought twice as much as we needed, so out that stuff went, too, after the expense and effort of packing it up and hauling it 3,000 miles.
Today I'm lean and mean. Things are used regularly or they're gone. What does the stuff matter after I'm gone? Dust in the wind. Dust to dust.
People ask: What is in the dust?
Aversion: Opposition or repugnance of mind; fixed dislike.
In the second noble Truth, the Buddha tells us that the root of all suffering is attachment, and said that the fundamental cause of suffering is "the attachment to the desire to have (craving), the attachment to the desire not to have (aversion) and the attachment to ignorant views".
I would like to speak to this second noble Truth but I should probably mention the first, third, and fourth noble Truths.
1. Y'all gonna suffer.
2. See Above.
3. Y'all can stop suffering in 29 easy steps.
4. Here's how y'all can stop the damn suffering, already.
See how I am as an alcoholic? Right to the second step. Screw the first step. The First Step doesn't apply to me despite the fact that it's the first step. I'm in a hurry to get this shit done.
I feel like I've gotten past possessing a lot of stuff. I definitely spend my time and money on experiences today. Having things is a burden - it costs real money and real mental square feet. I have a friend who has contracted with his Dumpster Guy to have a large dumpster parked in his front driveway and he's throwing a lot of junk into it, some of it possibly hazardous, and it's attracting attention. People wonder what you have in your house that you have to put into a dumpster, one with a 1.5 ton limit. THAT'S a lot of stuff.
I wonder if my church upbringing has spurred my gradual transformation to a stuff-lite world? You know - the whole idea that this life is a dark and messy bog that one has to slog through to get to a wonderful afterlife and avoid a really, really awful afterlife. Might be part of it, this idea that what we're doing is simply prep work and consequently isn't that important.
I wonder if my late-in-life interest in Buddhism and other Eastern philosophies has something to do with it, too? The above quote would suggest that this is so. Quit grasping. Quit holding on. The Buddha says that it's all going to go: all of it, your stuff, your family, your friends, your health, your life.
I don't have to wonder if the Big Migration from the Midwest to California has something to do with it. I had a big house - three floors and a full basement - and there was stuff everywhere, mountains of stuff, avalanches of stuff, oceans of stuff, much of it outdated or redundant. We got rid of half of our possessions and still brought twice as much as we needed, so out that stuff went, too, after the expense and effort of packing it up and hauling it 3,000 miles.
Today I'm lean and mean. Things are used regularly or they're gone. What does the stuff matter after I'm gone? Dust in the wind. Dust to dust.
People ask: What is in the dust?
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Sanctimonious Steve
Sanctimonious: Making a show of being morally superior to other people.
Gratitude: The quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness.
A good topic for the meeting this morning: Gratitude. Makes me reflect, once again, at how angry a lot of people are. I was at the grocery store yesterday where literally every person was wearing a mask except for one woman and she looked pissed. She looked confrontational. I don't like to wear a mask, either, but frankly I don't want to put myself in a position where I'm setting myself up for conflict. There are enough wars going on in my head as it is without trying to provoke one with someone I don't know.
Gratitude turns what we have into enough.
It's not enough to be aware of all of the blessings and gifts in my life - I have to be actively grateful for them if I want to be happy. I can't just tonelessly tick them off of a list yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah. I need to think about them deeply, to ponder them, to continuously modify the list, to tweak it every day.
I used to have to force myself to be grateful. It took an act of will to turn my attention away from my difficulties, trivial though they may be, and focus it instead on my blessings. Today this is a habit that occurs naturally much of the time. My head goes to the blessing automatically. I can almost hear machinery clicking and whirring, like a bad record being removed and a good one being deposited in a vintage jukebox.
“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” – Buddha
I like the reductionist quality to that quote from the Buddha: At least I didn't die. That is elemental, my friend.
Gratitude: The quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness.
A good topic for the meeting this morning: Gratitude. Makes me reflect, once again, at how angry a lot of people are. I was at the grocery store yesterday where literally every person was wearing a mask except for one woman and she looked pissed. She looked confrontational. I don't like to wear a mask, either, but frankly I don't want to put myself in a position where I'm setting myself up for conflict. There are enough wars going on in my head as it is without trying to provoke one with someone I don't know.
Gratitude turns what we have into enough.
It's not enough to be aware of all of the blessings and gifts in my life - I have to be actively grateful for them if I want to be happy. I can't just tonelessly tick them off of a list yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah. I need to think about them deeply, to ponder them, to continuously modify the list, to tweak it every day.
I used to have to force myself to be grateful. It took an act of will to turn my attention away from my difficulties, trivial though they may be, and focus it instead on my blessings. Today this is a habit that occurs naturally much of the time. My head goes to the blessing automatically. I can almost hear machinery clicking and whirring, like a bad record being removed and a good one being deposited in a vintage jukebox.
“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” – Buddha
I like the reductionist quality to that quote from the Buddha: At least I didn't die. That is elemental, my friend.
Saturday, June 13, 2020
A Casual Running Down of Someone Behind Their Back
Gossip: Casual or unconstrained conversation or reports about other people, typically involving details that are not confirmed as being true.
Ah, I'm calling bullshit on truth. It's overrated. The real deal is making myself feel better at someone else's expense. A great way to accomplish this is to present information about the other person in a way that makes them look smaller while flatly stating that this is something that I never do. Facts are not required.
One of my rules in life is to never, ever say anything about another person that I wouldn't say with that person present. I never, ever want to be in a position where someone confronts me about something I may have said about them. If I say it I'll say it with you there or I won't say it. I'm damn good at this but I'm not perfect.
I'm going to diverge for a minute to talk about the Sikhs. Did you know this is the fifth or sixth largest religion in the world? During the global pandemic Sikh churches, which serve millions of free meals every day all across the world, have really stepped in to try to alleviate the food insecurity that many people are experiencing. (Ed. Note: I love the phrase "food insecurity," a sanitized euphemism for "I'm not getting enough to eat.")
One of my most memorable experiences during our grueling month in India was a visit to a huge Sikh church during a meal time. It was, to my Western eyes, an apocalyptic scene: walking barefoot across a wet floor, worried about stepping on something sharp and cutting my foot which would become infected with a weird subcontinent disease leading to amputation, the room filled with steam pouring from massive cooking pots, men who looked like cardiologists walking between rows of sitting people, lading out food to people who looked to be homeless who were wedged in between large families. We didn't eat there - probably wary of the potential of hygiene problems with our Western bellies - but both of us were incredibly moved at the democracy on display.
The Sikh turban, by the way, isn't a religious symbol or an honorific but simply a symbol of equality.
I'm not dialed into the nuances of Sikhism but I think we need some more of what they got.
Anyway, one of my oldest, dearest, bestest friends in the world and I get into these little intellectual tiffs on a regular basis. He's an extrovert and can be blunt sometimes and I'm an introvert who has a tendency to be on the self-righteous side of the street. As a perfect human specimen I have an excuse - I'm not sure what his rationale would be. I perceive that he's pretty attached to the carnal world and I perceive this causes him some problems and I perceive that my perception is often bullshit, a fact that never slows me down from perceiving your faults. I've made suggestions over the years promoting meditation and reading as a way that he might enlarge his spiritual life and escape from some of the problems that being too attached to this world can cause, implying, of course, that he could some day become a massive spiritual giant like someone we all know.
I occasionally find it difficult for me to keep this opinion to myself. This is none of my business and I have no idea what might or might not work for anyone else and this from a dude who is no one's example of a shining beacon on a holy mount in a distant land.
I shouldn't do this. Ever.
Ah, I'm calling bullshit on truth. It's overrated. The real deal is making myself feel better at someone else's expense. A great way to accomplish this is to present information about the other person in a way that makes them look smaller while flatly stating that this is something that I never do. Facts are not required.
One of my rules in life is to never, ever say anything about another person that I wouldn't say with that person present. I never, ever want to be in a position where someone confronts me about something I may have said about them. If I say it I'll say it with you there or I won't say it. I'm damn good at this but I'm not perfect.
I'm going to diverge for a minute to talk about the Sikhs. Did you know this is the fifth or sixth largest religion in the world? During the global pandemic Sikh churches, which serve millions of free meals every day all across the world, have really stepped in to try to alleviate the food insecurity that many people are experiencing. (Ed. Note: I love the phrase "food insecurity," a sanitized euphemism for "I'm not getting enough to eat.")
One of my most memorable experiences during our grueling month in India was a visit to a huge Sikh church during a meal time. It was, to my Western eyes, an apocalyptic scene: walking barefoot across a wet floor, worried about stepping on something sharp and cutting my foot which would become infected with a weird subcontinent disease leading to amputation, the room filled with steam pouring from massive cooking pots, men who looked like cardiologists walking between rows of sitting people, lading out food to people who looked to be homeless who were wedged in between large families. We didn't eat there - probably wary of the potential of hygiene problems with our Western bellies - but both of us were incredibly moved at the democracy on display.
The Sikh turban, by the way, isn't a religious symbol or an honorific but simply a symbol of equality.
I'm not dialed into the nuances of Sikhism but I think we need some more of what they got.
Anyway, one of my oldest, dearest, bestest friends in the world and I get into these little intellectual tiffs on a regular basis. He's an extrovert and can be blunt sometimes and I'm an introvert who has a tendency to be on the self-righteous side of the street. As a perfect human specimen I have an excuse - I'm not sure what his rationale would be. I perceive that he's pretty attached to the carnal world and I perceive this causes him some problems and I perceive that my perception is often bullshit, a fact that never slows me down from perceiving your faults. I've made suggestions over the years promoting meditation and reading as a way that he might enlarge his spiritual life and escape from some of the problems that being too attached to this world can cause, implying, of course, that he could some day become a massive spiritual giant like someone we all know.
I occasionally find it difficult for me to keep this opinion to myself. This is none of my business and I have no idea what might or might not work for anyone else and this from a dude who is no one's example of a shining beacon on a holy mount in a distant land.
I shouldn't do this. Ever.
Friday, June 12, 2020
Troubles, I Seen Troubles
Worry: To be troubled; to give way to mental anxiety or doubt.
I am rereading some old journals. I've noted that a lot of my entries revolve around the fact that I'm getting SCREWED by life. Things are bad. Things are getting worse. Things are never going to get better.
In all fairness these journals are generally places to release angst into the ionosphere. I should probably spend some more time writing down all of the ridiculous blessings I have in my life but, frankly, there aren't enough hours in the day to total all of the bad stuff up. Time's a wastin', Ma. Plus, I do make a token effort at tonelessly, distractedly repeating, in a total rote manner, a gratitude list when I'm in the throes of my morning Quiet Time. On the odd occasion that I can be bothered.
There seem to be three prevalent categories: a) Things that everyone worries about so it's not really a big deal that I'm worrying about them so the fact that I still worry about them today sometimes seems normal to me, b) Total ridiculous bullshitty things that I cannot believe I worried about and I'm probably worrying about similarly bullshitty things today despite my advanced state of spiritual development, and c) things in retrospect I can say, truly say: "OK, you should have been worrying about that. That's worrisome."
The result of all this worrying is hard to quantify.
Clearly if I want to worry about my health or my finances or whether SuperK is about to brain me I'm in good company. These are/can be scary things. But to keep things in perspective, I have a friend recently diagnosed with MS who complains less about this scary development that I do about some vague aches and pains.
Clearly I need to inspect some worrisome things because they really are quite worrisome. For instance, at one point, I ended up with two houses because I bought a house before the other house was sold. While I could afford this temporarily I could not afford it long term, so I was worried about that. Fair enough. That's a real thing that had to be dealt with. I couldn't serenely wish that away. I'll also note that everything worked out. I ended up with only one house although I should have kept the first house and not gotten to big for my britches with a bigger house I didn't need.
Clearly there is also some incredibly trivial bullshit in the journals that I never should have worried about in the first place. Intellectually I knew this at the time but these trivial matters became tireless termites ceaselessly devouring the foundation of my serenity. These matters surface from time to time today. I am a lot better at banishing them to the basement of my disdain but from time to time one will dig in and become astonishingly hard to dislodge.
I am rereading some old journals. I've noted that a lot of my entries revolve around the fact that I'm getting SCREWED by life. Things are bad. Things are getting worse. Things are never going to get better.
In all fairness these journals are generally places to release angst into the ionosphere. I should probably spend some more time writing down all of the ridiculous blessings I have in my life but, frankly, there aren't enough hours in the day to total all of the bad stuff up. Time's a wastin', Ma. Plus, I do make a token effort at tonelessly, distractedly repeating, in a total rote manner, a gratitude list when I'm in the throes of my morning Quiet Time. On the odd occasion that I can be bothered.
There seem to be three prevalent categories: a) Things that everyone worries about so it's not really a big deal that I'm worrying about them so the fact that I still worry about them today sometimes seems normal to me, b) Total ridiculous bullshitty things that I cannot believe I worried about and I'm probably worrying about similarly bullshitty things today despite my advanced state of spiritual development, and c) things in retrospect I can say, truly say: "OK, you should have been worrying about that. That's worrisome."
The result of all this worrying is hard to quantify.
Clearly if I want to worry about my health or my finances or whether SuperK is about to brain me I'm in good company. These are/can be scary things. But to keep things in perspective, I have a friend recently diagnosed with MS who complains less about this scary development that I do about some vague aches and pains.
Clearly I need to inspect some worrisome things because they really are quite worrisome. For instance, at one point, I ended up with two houses because I bought a house before the other house was sold. While I could afford this temporarily I could not afford it long term, so I was worried about that. Fair enough. That's a real thing that had to be dealt with. I couldn't serenely wish that away. I'll also note that everything worked out. I ended up with only one house although I should have kept the first house and not gotten to big for my britches with a bigger house I didn't need.
Clearly there is also some incredibly trivial bullshit in the journals that I never should have worried about in the first place. Intellectually I knew this at the time but these trivial matters became tireless termites ceaselessly devouring the foundation of my serenity. These matters surface from time to time today. I am a lot better at banishing them to the basement of my disdain but from time to time one will dig in and become astonishingly hard to dislodge.
Thursday, June 11, 2020
I Don't Like Him
Resent: Feel bitterness or indignation at (a circumstance, action or person); to feel angry because you have been forced to accept something or someone you do not like.
I have long been aware of the saying in AA that if you hold a resentment against someone, if you are resisting the impulse to smack the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it, then you should pray for them for fourteen days and the resentment will go away. (Ed. Note: I have never smacked anyone ever. No living shit, dead shit, or shit of any kind has been dislodged from any of the assholes I've run across in my life, irregardless of whether they deserved a good smacking or not.)
Then in a Big Book study this materialized:"If you have a resentment you want to be free of, if you will pray for the person or the thing that you resent, you will be free. If you will ask in prayer for everything you want for yourself to be given to them, you will be free. Ask for their health, their prosperity, their happiness, and you will be free. Even when you don't really want it for them and your prayers are only words and you don't mean it, go ahead and do it anyway. Do it every day for two weeks and you will din you have come to mean it and to want it for them, and you will realize that where you used to feel bitterness and resentment and hatred, you now feel compassionate understanding and love."
There's a great episode of Seinfeld where George is obsessed with the fact that Jerry's current girlfriend doesn't like him. This exchange occurred:
G: She doesn't like me?
J: Yes.
G: She said that?
J: Yes.
G: What were her exact words?
J: I don't like him.
I get that. I let people who irritate me live in my head while ignoring the people who I love who are literally standing right in front of me.
I also like this exhortation in The Big Book about how to go about planning for one's day: "Before we begin, we ask God to direct our thinking, especially asking that it be divorced from self-pity, dishonest, or self-seeking motives."
Self-Pity: Excessive, self-absorbed unhappiness over one's troubles.
Dishonest: Behaving or prone to behave in an untrustworthy or fraudulent manner; intended to mislead or cheat.
Self-Seeking: Having concern for one's own welfare and interests before those of others; self-serving.
I have long been aware of the saying in AA that if you hold a resentment against someone, if you are resisting the impulse to smack the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it, then you should pray for them for fourteen days and the resentment will go away. (Ed. Note: I have never smacked anyone ever. No living shit, dead shit, or shit of any kind has been dislodged from any of the assholes I've run across in my life, irregardless of whether they deserved a good smacking or not.)
Then in a Big Book study this materialized:"If you have a resentment you want to be free of, if you will pray for the person or the thing that you resent, you will be free. If you will ask in prayer for everything you want for yourself to be given to them, you will be free. Ask for their health, their prosperity, their happiness, and you will be free. Even when you don't really want it for them and your prayers are only words and you don't mean it, go ahead and do it anyway. Do it every day for two weeks and you will din you have come to mean it and to want it for them, and you will realize that where you used to feel bitterness and resentment and hatred, you now feel compassionate understanding and love."
There's a great episode of Seinfeld where George is obsessed with the fact that Jerry's current girlfriend doesn't like him. This exchange occurred:
G: She doesn't like me?
J: Yes.
G: She said that?
J: Yes.
G: What were her exact words?
J: I don't like him.
I get that. I let people who irritate me live in my head while ignoring the people who I love who are literally standing right in front of me.
I also like this exhortation in The Big Book about how to go about planning for one's day: "Before we begin, we ask God to direct our thinking, especially asking that it be divorced from self-pity, dishonest, or self-seeking motives."
Self-Pity: Excessive, self-absorbed unhappiness over one's troubles.
Dishonest: Behaving or prone to behave in an untrustworthy or fraudulent manner; intended to mislead or cheat.
Self-Seeking: Having concern for one's own welfare and interests before those of others; self-serving.
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
The Irony of It All
Irony: A state of affairs or event that seems deliberately contrary to what one and is often amusing as a result.
There are a lot of people out there who seem to be mad about everything all the time. They're mad!
I'm so glad.
I'm so glad.
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad!
-- Cream
I am in a deep, constant state of reflection about The Problem versus The Solution. I am in a consistent state of amazement at how many people are wallowing in the muck and mud of what's wrong. I do need to remember that a. I've got it pretty good and b. I've got a pretty powerful program backing me up. I am trying to see things from the point of view of the bitchers. I'm trying to understand that some people are bitching because they're taking a hit. I haven't lost a job. I am not living on the edge financially. I am not having to suddenly adjust to a spouse or school age children who are now at home, demanding my attention. These are fundamental, existential changes to life.
One of the great things about writing is that it hangs around. It's still there after I've moved on to other things, assuming I haven't burned the paper or deleted the electronica. It can be very inconvenient reading about my state of mind after the fact. Sometimes it can be very inconvenient almost immediately.
To wit: I have been burbling with self-righteous indignation three days after the business meeting that so irritated me because everyone didn't see the brilliance, the wisdom, of my Plan of Action. I do note that I've had a love/hate relationship with this group for a long time. Part of this is that I'm not a huge fan of large meetings. I think they favor aggressive, dominating personalities and those individuals who like to be on stage, with the subtext being that some of these people aren't that interesting or bright or insightful. The sub-subtext here, of course, is that I am interesting and bright and insightful.
I think I'm a little mad.
I think I'm a little right. I think that some of the dominating personalities let their political beliefs break the surface. There was a strong "let's get everything back to normal immediately" which - by all rights - is fine except that there was no discussion about accommodation people who are less eager to abandon a new format that is working for them - maybe for reasons of convenience or safety or even reasonable fear. Seems to me that a split meeting - in person for those who want to return to the good, old days and Zoom for those of us who find remote meetings perfectly acceptable.
I know I'm not easy-going. Wear the world like a loose garment, my ass. I wear the world like a spandex unitard two sizes too small that shrank in the wash. I'm quite calm in my demeanor so lots of people mistake this for an accepting personality.
Whew, are they off-base.
The irony here is that I wrote some shit about my disdain for angry people and then a few days later I'm . . . not angry, really, more like mildly annoyed.
There are a lot of people out there who seem to be mad about everything all the time. They're mad!
I'm so glad.
I'm so glad.
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad!
-- Cream
I am in a deep, constant state of reflection about The Problem versus The Solution. I am in a consistent state of amazement at how many people are wallowing in the muck and mud of what's wrong. I do need to remember that a. I've got it pretty good and b. I've got a pretty powerful program backing me up. I am trying to see things from the point of view of the bitchers. I'm trying to understand that some people are bitching because they're taking a hit. I haven't lost a job. I am not living on the edge financially. I am not having to suddenly adjust to a spouse or school age children who are now at home, demanding my attention. These are fundamental, existential changes to life.
One of the great things about writing is that it hangs around. It's still there after I've moved on to other things, assuming I haven't burned the paper or deleted the electronica. It can be very inconvenient reading about my state of mind after the fact. Sometimes it can be very inconvenient almost immediately.
To wit: I have been burbling with self-righteous indignation three days after the business meeting that so irritated me because everyone didn't see the brilliance, the wisdom, of my Plan of Action. I do note that I've had a love/hate relationship with this group for a long time. Part of this is that I'm not a huge fan of large meetings. I think they favor aggressive, dominating personalities and those individuals who like to be on stage, with the subtext being that some of these people aren't that interesting or bright or insightful. The sub-subtext here, of course, is that I am interesting and bright and insightful.
I think I'm a little mad.
I think I'm a little right. I think that some of the dominating personalities let their political beliefs break the surface. There was a strong "let's get everything back to normal immediately" which - by all rights - is fine except that there was no discussion about accommodation people who are less eager to abandon a new format that is working for them - maybe for reasons of convenience or safety or even reasonable fear. Seems to me that a split meeting - in person for those who want to return to the good, old days and Zoom for those of us who find remote meetings perfectly acceptable.
I know I'm not easy-going. Wear the world like a loose garment, my ass. I wear the world like a spandex unitard two sizes too small that shrank in the wash. I'm quite calm in my demeanor so lots of people mistake this for an accepting personality.
Whew, are they off-base.
The irony here is that I wrote some shit about my disdain for angry people and then a few days later I'm . . . not angry, really, more like mildly annoyed.
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