I pursue what interests, thrills and appeals to me – enjoyment tasting life as series of tasty morsels, perhaps full-meal-deal – delicious, stimulating and stirring to depths of me …
Watching people behave, individually, in groups – our society, neighbourhoods and institutions are rife with opportunity to observe in others those ’deas we test in ourselves. Reading op-ed pieces in newspapers is always a challenge – to get even two paragraphs in before triggering gag reflex. Too often, I think, we look to far edges, listening too much to loudest extremes for our validation without due regard for those middle folk.
The larger statistic of average, typical – huge bulge, middle-curve as it were – those mainstreamers, moms and pops, working folk, taxpaying and childrearing folk, consumer folk, you folks, me folks … just folks. Don’t worry, I’m not missing this pun opportunity to suggest we should all drive – wait for it …. just-folks-wagons.
Why does it matter?
What you think, what they think, what any of us think?
We go to bed every night wrapped, duvet-ed, under comforters of safe community, calm society, rules of law and knowledge that things will be safe in the morning. Our lights will light our kitchens, our plumbing will work, our cars will work, our computers will work – and we will work, just as predictably as yesterday.
Are we ever happy with the exceptionality of our lives?
Are we ever happy to have someone (especially ourselves) see our lives as captured in a picture of health and happiness? Must we pull ourselves down. Pretending this picture is out of focus, poor resolution or quite simply not as interesting as someone thinks?
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 8C/47F, clear, light breeze; Gusta romping in the tall grass of overgrown lawns was entertaining for her. I enjoyed the quiet of early, the empty of streets and the clear of sky that is unmistakably refreshing.
Here’s the thing. Most people judge. Most people are fearful about being judged. Working on a project connected with and having experienced cyber-bullying has opened my eyes. I agree that some people are nice and have observed that even “nice” people can turn on a dime, PL, Calgary, AB
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