The older I get, the more sensitive to, aware of, impatient with, I become regarding intrusions, encroachments, incursions into my life and my preferred ways of doing things. For instance, commercial advertisements. And non-stop talkers. Non-stop talkers are at least accessible and I can break into their monologue with clarifying questions that give them pause and shift things into areas they evidently have never considered and brings our mutual humanity to life, if only momentarily. I don't do social without breaking the mold and making inquiries about what matters most and how they know, and how anyone else would know by the way they honor it in their life. Time is precious to me because there is not as much left as there once was, and everyone lives as though money is important when it is what we do with money that is important, and everyone seems bent on doing the same things with it with nothing to indicate that any of it is important on any level, except that it generates more money to be spent on nothing much at all. And, if I don't call attention to that, who will? Calling attention to discrepancies and dichotomies is one of my specialties, and I use social occasions to explore them the way some people use social occasions to say the same things they say at every social occasion. And if that works to provide me with little in the way of a social calendar, what's the harm in that?
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Jim. This is so honest and endearing! We wouldn’t have you any other way. Unique, persevering in the good, contemplative of those things that matter most. Cheers and much love💕
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