Many of you may not know that on top of maintaining my writing and this bookstore, I have been employed with Natural Grocers for the last year and a half. I applied to be a low level member of the ‘Good4UCrew,’ which is to say that I was happily, whatever they needed me to be: a grunt, if you will, so that I might get out of my living room and socialize once again; that worked for me, aside from the expected annoyances of interacting with trouble and elitist customers at the registers it was, essentially, exactly what I was looking for. However, because I quickly became an invaluable member of the staff, the community, the county, the state, the country, and, well, the world, really I am now the Receiving Manager at said grocery store—I was concerned, at first, that the time would eat into my work and my writing but I was able to gradually reevaluate how I manage my time and, for the most part, it’s been working quite nicely. And, with that said, it is important to acknowledge that the following views and opinions expressed are mine and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of the company, Natural Grocers.
The point that I’m getting at is that Natural Grocers is an incredible company.
And, just to get this little bit out of the way, no they aren’t perfect, they don’t do everything right (because no company, for whatever reason, can seem to manage that), I do think that at the foundation of their problems is that they still try to run it like a mom&pop and it’s just not anymore, and finding the middle ground can be tricky when you’re trying to establish trust, especially with your store managers, allowing them to run the store that they need to run, and with your department managers knowing their department, and when there are too many people involved in some decisions and not enough in others—or maybe, at times, just having the right people involved.
Anywho, as far as retail corporations go it is the best that I’ve worked for; and I’ve worked for a few including, but not limited to: Starbucks, Hastings Entertainment, Borders Books, and Barnes & Noble’s; the difference is that Natural Grocers genuinely does care about it’s employees and the communities they represent (Although Starbucks is known for this, because yes, on paper they appear to be an incredible company, the practical management of-, does not translate well to the individual branch).
I may have started shopping at Natural Grocers in Salt Lake City many years ago, I honestly can’t remember; I do, on the other hand, remember shopping at the Natural Grocers in Santa Fe, New Mexico and it was there that I really developed a certain fealty, as a customer. When I heard they were opening a store in a neighboring town, Fredericksburg, TX (while living, now in the Texas Hill Country), and were in the middle of the hiring process, exactly when I was leaning towards taking a more social job, I took it as a bit of a sign.
I accepted the job and that loyalty rapidly developed, for a lot of reasons: the thing is-is that I have worked retail: corporate and independent, I have run and owned businesses, and I really have never seen anything like Natural Grocers. It's truly remarkable. 100% of our produce is organic. The store is riddled with organic and Non-GMO products, the health alternatives are unbelievable. Each store keeps a Nutritional Health Coach on staff (with the exception of ours for the time being), to help you with your health and diet needs for FREE, we hold free classes of all kinds, the company maintains standards of products and ingredients that MUST be met or we don't carry the product. The company also maintains a standard of, 'World Class Customer Service' and one of the ways that translates is by acknowledging every customer that comes within five feet of you which, in the grocery industry, is fairly unheard of.
On top of that not only am I working for one of the best grocers in the business, I got lucky and am working for one of the best management teams that I have ever seen, anywhere corporate or not; the pair, our Store and Asst. Store manager, work off of one another's strengths and weaknesses and their differing management styles help to build a unique and enjoyable work environment. Our store morale is inexplicable, considering, especially, that our dynamic couldn't be greater. I mean, our Store and Asst. Store manager went out the other day to buy Everclear, along with 1 or 2 other ingredients, and they handmade a hand sanitizer for the employees so that we can better assist our customers, per the companies request. I don’t know, that may seem like small potatoes—of which we have plenty, now—but that’s a pretty remarkable effort, and that’s just one small thing. And, I firmly believe we owe a great deal of our success as a store to our Management team, Andrea and Emily.
...another thing that I cannot stop thinking about, as an example of how Natural Grocers cares and I mean, they genuinely care: there are somewhere around 160 stores nationwide, I sent an email to the Executive Vice-President of Natural Grocers and received a personal response back within 12 hours, I mean that’s systematically unheard of. It doesn’t happen. And, I think there a number of employees of Natural Grocers that might take that for granted, I think there are a lot of people that might take that for granted.
These are trying times, and I'm not writing this as a tribute, only to the company in general but also to Natural Grocers' response to the Coronavirus pandemic. I think, it’s important to create a baseline, so it is important to acknowledge that this company has been phenomenal to it’s employees and it’s communities well before ‘The Spread,’ of Covid-19, and now the action that the company has taken is just as unprecedented as the virus itself. I know that a lot of grocers are doing whatever they can for their communities and their employees but, I mean, since this virus started I have received, first: a 5% pay bonus which was followed, immediately by a 10% pay bonus; as well as a $1 pay raise for every hourly employee that is not contingent on the virus, that increase will remain long after the virus, and an additional $1 they gave us which is contingent, but you can’t think of that as a negative. That’s incredible!
I've heard, recently how a couple of local grocery chains are experiencing some issues with their employees and how they are relating to their customers; people have questions, their scared, their panic buying, their hoarding, while many are living their lives normally, or trying to without eggs, toilet paper, hand sanitzer, and a variety of produce options, but because many grocery employees are not used to actually speaking with customers, they are not used to acknowledging a patron within 5 feet of themselves many of these chain employees are finding it difficult to manage the stress of customer demands; Natural Grocers is well ahead of the curve, we've been asked, since day one, to acknowledge our customers and that has made this transition, for us considerably more smooth and our customers have not been as panicked or flustered.
I mentioned Natural Grocers in a past column (Bare in mind, too, the column is a little silly) not by name, but nevertheless... it is clearly a great company to both shop at and to work for. I wanted to write this in gratitude to thank Natural Grocers, and to say thank you to the Isely family! To say thank you to Andrea and Emily! And, a personal thank you to Elle, for the last couple of days, and getting through the stress :)
I believe that the communities that have been lucky enough to have a Natural Grocers during this unprecedented time are getting through it with more ease than those without, and I think that we have been able to offer our customers and our communities more during this time because we're used to offering our communities and our customers more, and I know that, personally, it was easier for me to step up and to play my role because I was doing it for a management team and a company that actively appreciates us, global pandemic or not.
There’s this thing I used to do on nearly a daily basis to consciously connect with, specifically the energies of love and of gratitude; these two, together, form the strongest and most effective in nature, this mediation, for me, has been the closest that I have ever been to G~d; but I haven’t done it in a while, it has been a long enough while actually that I struggled to remember how to begin.
Firstly, I would draw an almost dangerously hot bath, so hot even that I would only run it at full heat and only for as long as the water remained hot, while also running the built in heater in the bathroom; I would let the water heater refill and lay in the bath while the second half of the tub filled with, again, nearly dangerously hot water. I left the door closed in order to, essentially, create a sweat lodge. And I lay in the tub for a while.
(The bath is not an integral part of the process, it just helps me to bring my physical, emotional, and mental state to feeling cleansed, fresh) Than, laying on my bed, I would imagine a light developing at my core and then both feel and imagine it moving upwards through my body until it reached the crown of my head, at which point I would imagine it leaving my body, along with my consciousness and, with my eyes closed, I would look around the room from that, sort of astral projected plane, and I would rise through the ceiling, all the while imagining, still my surroundings: my yard, the houses on the property, the city as I was high enough to see it, and I would continue to imagine the view change the higher into the atmosphere I would rise.
And, after leaving orbit, that little ball of light that began as a pearl sized beam at my core would disappear into space getting bigger the further it went. Eventually I would catch up to it and now it is a big enough sphere for me to enter and then relaxing as if laying on a cloud that would support my weight and limbs exactly as they lay I would think about love and gratitude, while thinking about the things and the people in my life that I was both grateful for and loved; I would start to pay attention to my body starting with my toes and just feel every small twitch, and pain, and itch, and just any feeling throughout my body and I would basically scan myself from my feet upwards thinking all the while, also, about love and about gratitude.
I would imagine, then, with every beat of my heart the frequency, the energy that left releasing into the world love and gratitude, and I would feel the love and the gratitude both leave and enter my body, my consciousness, and then I would think about the source of love and of gratitude, and I would imagine being as close connected to it as possible.
Afterwards I would either bring myself back to my body, in the same way that I left, slowly entering the atmosphere, until I was hovering directly above my body, and sometimes I wouldn’t come back to my body I would simply open my eyes. In either case I would feel lighter, as if I had consciously eliminated whatever stress or frustration or pain or uncertainty or anxiety or heartache that was persisting, stuck somewhere in my body, and I would feel fresh, and different.
I hadn’t practiced this in a while.
I did this evening.
And, I feel like I’ve let go of everything, everything; all the bad, all the good, anything that I’ve been holding on to, anything lingering. And I cannot tell you how comforting and freeing it is. It’s hard to remember to release yourself from the stress and pressures of our day-to-day lives, some of us, many of us have made a habit, a practice of this in different ways, the most common of which is praying, although some people, I think, don’t understand why their praying or even how, it’s just another thing they do like tying their shoes or brushing their teeth. There is a reason for these meditations for our prayers, to release ourselves from the distractions of this life, and to simultaneously connect with our higher power.
I highly recommend it.
Covid-19 is both directly, and indirectly stirring a lot of emotions, and people are dealing with, and relating to it differently; some people are closing themselves off to the people around them while others are prone to frustration and anger, and still others recognize this global pandemic as an excuse to try to connect; but, frankly, it’s no easy for anyone.
It’s not easy for you, and I recognize that.
Many of us are trying to maintain a sense of composure but, when facing an unknown, none of us really know, for sure what to expect or how we might react. It’s a strange time. And, we need to accept that; I need to accept that.
Some of you all may have heard about the Covid-19 strain of Coronavirus popping up here and there throughout the globe, I think a few news stations have reported a handful of stories regarding the virus; for those of you whom haven’t yet heard there is a new strain of a Coronavirus, Covid-19, that is causing severe “flu-like symptoms”—it’s actually more relatable to a severe pneumonia—I’m not going to downplay the sickness, it is not pleasant but it is treatable. You can, essentially, wait it out, it’s killed about 3.4% of those infected and that rate will rise as the number of infected cases rises; if you have a compromised immune system take measures: eat healthier, exercise, take Colloidal Silver and Wellness Formula and Elderberry, actively do things that will boost your immune system.
Any virus or disease that affects a huge portion of the population in such a short period of time is going to frighten people, and the media coverage doesn’t help—even if many outlets are attempting to appear to lessen the buildup, the fact that it is fundamentally occupying the news is directly affecting the way people react. And, that's dangerous.
What few people seem to understand is that the biggest concern regarding Coronavirus is not the virus itself, but the politics that surround the virus: the economics, the angst, and the reactions; the vast majority of people are either over-, or under reacting; people have suppressed the appropriateness of rational thought, in their everyday lives and when that happens we see people starting to lose control.
The rest of the world didn't just stop, remember the Syrian, Libyan, and Yemen Civil Wars and the Afghan Peace process are currently underway; the Democrats cannot find a suitable presidential candidate, the primaries are falling apart, and Trump is making equally as many bizarre resolutions regarding Covid-19 as remarkably sane and levelheaded the latter of which will get him reelected; there was a suicide bombing outside of a U.S. Embassy in Tunisia; Lebanon defaulted in a Eurobond repayment and is currently restructuring it’s debt, the country has never previously defaulted on a debt; U.S. Court of Appeals confirms that “Stairway to Heaven” was not “unlawfully copied;” SXSW was canceled and Coachella has been postponed; Vladimir Putin ‘backs’ a constitutional amendment that would allow him to stay in power through 2024, and even support the possibility of a lifetime “president;” Harvey Weinstein sentenced to 23 years in prison…all this has happened since March 1st.
...and the world economy is going to shit, the thing that irritates me about this, now and forever is that people, we are the economy, our actions and reactions are responsible for the life of the economy, but people don’t react well to fear, we are an inherently unconscious group of senseless degenerates and, beyond that, that’s not exactly a secret, so why people continue to manipulate others for personal gain or entertainment has, and will continue to drive me absolutely insane.
I’ve been seeing someone more and more seriously over the past year, and Elle and I are tempted to infect ourselves with Covid-19 forcing a quarantine that will, hopefully, last forever charging us to seclude ourselves to a distant island somewhere very, very far away—thank G~d the earth is flat—from everyone and everything, where we can barter with aimless ships that happen upon our island with coconuts and a variety of tropical birds for toilet paper and face masks, and where we can pretend like this world hasn’t gone completely to shit.
I don’t care about the virus, I really don’t. I'm tired of the reactions, we’re either going to get sick or we’re not, and it’s going to affect us in the way that it is going to affect us. I am a habitual user of Wellness Formula and Colloidal Silver (although I did only just learn the meaning of Colloidal, I didn’t really care enough to research it myself), I eat healthy and exercise daily, these things will help curb your chances of catching it.
The main reason everyone is freaking out is because nobody knows how to deal with the fact that they’re not in control, and when something comes along to force us to acknowledge that, we lose our minds—stock piling toilet paper, because apparently a lifetime supply of toilet paper and washing our hands does restore some aspect of control to our commercial lifestyles, control is an illusion, and it always has been but we preserve it because the alternative is terrifying to many of us.
But, I promise you, the economy and our lives will settle down, even with Covid-19 rapidly infecting people across the globe, if we just remain levelheaded, if we learn to care about what we consume and how, as well as our general health; just live your life as your normally would with the added precaution of a little more discipline and awareness, the fact of the matter is that Covid-19 is a part of our lives now, and we’re just going to have to figure that out.
Welcome to the new normal.
The first U.S. Presidential candidate announced his candidacy 596 days prior to election day. The first U.S. Caucus was 281 days before election day this year. Today is March 5th, the election is November 3rd that’s 243 days from today. Our elections are considerably longer than most countries, I mean, when compared, it’s asinine. Elections in France generally last two weeks, two weeks! Can you even imagine that? In Argentina, by law, a candidate can only advertise 60 days prior to election day.
Campaigning is a business, there is money to be made and why limit the profit to two weeks when you can just always be campaigning, forever? You can just campaign despite not knowing, just yet, what it is you’re even campaigning for!
The United States is the greatest country on earth, but that’s in spite of our economic discourse and ethics, and in spite of our government. The roots of our ‘greatness’ might lie in the ingenuity of our constitution (Yes, I’m aware that we borrowed much of our ingenuity, a large part of why it worked then/now and didn’t prior was timing, and the station of the rest of the world); we’re losing/have lost much of what ‘made our country great,’ but the idea that what was lost can be gained by political reaction is simply not true, and our campaign process can be an example to that. Somewhere in between the lines—the exploration of which would require a much longer essay—of how the American people relate to the political arena to social media to reality TV to the Coronavirus to the business of entertainment to one another it is all rooted in the same pseudo opportunity: how we exploit freedom.
The American people have been manipulated to apply freedom to our day-to-day lives as an excuse to do, nothing. That’s how we actively pursue the rights of the American dream.
1. I maintain the right to do whatever the hell I want, because I’m an American.
2. I’ll exercise that right by doing absolutely nothing.
Still, we do have to find a way to spend our time doing nothing.
Fortunately, no country on earth has put more effort into new ways to entertain ourselves while we sit on our ass doing nothing; so some of the greatest minds on the planet spend their time thinking of ways to engage the American people in the act of nothingness, and how better to maintain a system of government, simultaneously, than campaigning to an overfed, over-medicated, under-stimulated group of elitists?
The answer is that there is no better way, at least when the aim is to control the 3rd largest populated nation on the planet with as few people in power as possible while maintaining the illusions of circumstance and democracy.
If the tone of this column hasn’t expressed it well enough, I hate campaign season. Revered, good people no longer respect the presidency; people that might actually attack the fundamental problems of our nation. It’s like the 2004 Olympic basketball team: nobody wanted to do it, it just wasn’t worth working through the summer, and the United States placed 3rd, returning home with the bronze medal.
Americans like to talk a big game, because we have the history to substantiate it, nevertheless, at present (I mean, roughly, the last 40 years, especially), we’ve just been coasting on the greatness of our predecessors. And no amount of policy or political application is going to change that; we need a leader we don’t need to be lead, we’re relying too much on someone else to fix our problems for us while disregarding what the problems actually are. It’s laziness; we’re lazy, you’re lazy.
Oh, and calm down about COVID 19.
Words like pandemic are scary, and that many people experiencing the unfathomably irritating symptoms of fever, cough, and shortness of breath in such a short time frame is scary too, I guess, but, I mean: take a bath, make yourself some tea, curl up with a good book, watch the first phase of the Marvel movies and then move on with your lives! You have all been looking for a reason to do nothing anyway, remember! There is no more obvious sign of fear based manipulation from the media anywhere, at present. And now you people are spreading it—and everything else—because you think the relevance of social media turns around the gravity of your opinion, it’s doesn’t. Thank G~d!
Go to China, and then go everywhere else, and then come back, and then go to the mall.
And, for goodness sake stop watching the news, nobody is saying anything, nobody has said anything for 20 years.
I didn’t write a column last week. It was an interesting week, there was a lot going on or, at least, it felt like there was a lot going on. There was a lot going on. None of which I am going to share here with you today. It’s funny how life can get to be so routine that it becomes easy and almost comfortable to take what’s familiar and pleasant for granted. The things we have, the people, the life we lead, the opportunities, etc. we can just wake up every day and expect it in our lives, we forget to enjoy it and to covet it. I try to make it a point not to do that, at least with the things that are the most important to me and the most fragile, in the sense that they will not always be there; life is fluid, it’s organic and we have to remember and appreciate that. So I do, and it may not always be so obvious to people why I do and say some of the things that I do and say, nevertheless it’s not complicated and, if you ask, I am willing to share.
Life is too fragile and the people in our lives are too fragile for us to make assumptions, it never hurts to ask, even if you think you already know the answer, and to communicate—sometimes it seems hard, because sometimes it is hard, but the slightest bit of effort and insight will always make a world of difference. I like to think about that scene in The Office: Pam and Jim had, kind of been struggling, it was shortly after Jim started splitting his time between Scranton and Philadelphia, the pair stopped communicating, at least about the little stuff, which would ultimately be the important stuff—the continued conversation about the small things all of the time makes talking about the difficult things that much easier—anyway, Jim was getting ready to leave for Philly and, walking to his car, he stopped, he came back, and gave Pam a hug and, for a moment, she stood there and let Jim hug her, she didn’t hug back, and then she both realized and made the conscious decision to let go of the ‘block,’ all of the things that she had found it difficult to talk about and deal with, and she hugged him, and the two of them began to work through it. Even the Pam’s and Jim’s have to consciously remember to communicate, because even for them it can actually be work, but only if they loose sight what makes them Pam and Jim.
I bought a treadmill. It’s in my bedroom. I ran cross-country in high school to condition for basketball and within a few weeks I was one of the best runners on the team. Since then running has continued to be an important part of my life. No, I’m not one of those marathon running cross-fit lunatics that casually judges people who don’t work out 10 hours a day every day for the better part of their lives. The simple truth is a persons’ body was not designed to exert in that way; in the same way that we were not designed to eat three chemically induced meals a day with more sugar than protein—it annoys me when people are more inclined to believe what they hear and not the inherent truths apparent via a few brief moments of conscious reflection…
Um, anyway, I got a treadmill...
The Greek philosophers, although we hear a great deal, only about how they exercise their minds, were known, as well, for finding balance in the intellectual the emotional and the physical, and that working and maintaining your body not only benefits your body—in a number of physical, uh, enterprises ;)—but it’s equally as healthy and beneficial for you emotionally and intellectually, as well. I was beginning to find increasingly difficult to get to the gym and it was getting to me, ergo: treadmill. I’ve been running at least two miles every day and I feel fantastic! It took a few days to get back into the rhythm of things but when you challenge yourself, just a little, in every aspect of your life all of which are rooted somewhere in the intellectual, the emotional, and/or the physical, the challenges that life brings really don’t seem to challenging. I struggle a bit with depression and anxiety, and either of them can declare themselves without warning, and once they do, if I don’t manage it, they act as catalyst for a spiraling disaster of chimeric upheaval, which is to say that an intelligent and creative mind, when in emotional distress can invent awful, awful truths that can seem alarmingly real. I manage it, for the most part, but without exercise it’s considerably more difficult.
Reading helps too.
I’ve been reading S.: Ship of Theseus by Doug Dorst and J.J. Abrams, it was a gift, and it’s really good, it’s interesting because it’s layered in story and in interpretation, subjective in a way that, although all books are—or can be—is conceived in a way that is almost romantically so. The Ship of Theseus concept, philosophically, is rooted, in the ideology of identity, in the question that if an objects elements have all been replaced is that object, fundamentally, the same object. What is it that makes a body? The individual components or pieces, or the observable sum of the collection of parts?
And, I wonder how that might relate to the meaning, or intention of this particular column? (And for the sake of abstract speculation: what does the sum of my respective columns say about me? Who am I to you, based solely on how my columns read, and what they are about...)
I wake up every day feeling a tremendous amount of gratitude and respect and love for a woman that I am unquestionably lucky to have in my life. She is a miracle. I am paralyzed, speechless in awe of her. I struggle to understand how someone like her is even possible, she is so remarkable a person, a woman that I cannot intellectually fathom how she can exist. You think I’m exaggerating—she likely thinks that I’m exaggerating—I’m not, if anything I’m downplaying it.
I am in awe of this woman.
You would think that over time this feeling of, just, absolute wonderment would have settled a bit, that as we have grown more accustomed to, and comfortable with one another that I would have been more habituated by her presence, and aside from becoming more accustomed to, and comfortable with her this feeling of awe has only continued to grow.
She is a miracle.
Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, and maybe the “holiday” has become over-saturated as an opportunity to market and sell greeting cards and other commercial chattel but, like Mother’s Day, Presidents’ Day, Veteran’s Day, etc., being holiday’s of gratitude and remembrance it can also be another opportunity to express to someone you love something in a way that, although it may be commercialized and a bit corny is still genuine; honestly, other than a pseudo, anti-establishment sound bite the argument can be overly pretentious and conversationally dull so I want to take this opportunity to tell her, again:
Elle, I am incredibly grateful and lucky to have you in my life. You are truly amazing: you inspire me, you challenge me, you support and encourage me, you excite me, you enlighten me, you make me laugh (and I love your laugh)...
You are my favorite person: you’re brilliant and informed and perceptive, you’re sexy, alive with passion, I love the way that you see the world (both, for what it is, and for the fantastical that you see, and sometimes try to conceal).
You are my best friend: I trust, and value you, and your opinion above all else. You’re stunningly beautiful; I love your shyness and your innocence, your desire to develop and to grow. I love the way that you feel in my arms: feeling your smile against my cheek, the way that we kiss; I love how we have to force ourselves not to stare too long into each others eyes, because it inevitably crests with such intense adoration that we have to look away.
I love your smiles, your laughs, your walks, your glances; the way you push your pursed mouth to the side when you think, and the way you nibble on your lip when you start to get impatient, or excited.
I love how your moods can change in an instant, leaving me to guesswork and overthought so that I have to work to catch-up.
I love trying too hard to read you and getting it wrong and watching you get frustrated.
I love it when we’re both worried about what the other is thinking, and we dance around it searching for a clue so that we don’t have to ask, because we promised each other that we wouldn’t.
I love it when you walk away to make a statement, all the while silently telling yourself not to look back because that’ll ruin the whole act, and you think I don’t know.
I love the way that your imperfections and your faults have become another thing for me to learn, and to love about you; and how our imperfections only seem to make us that much more perfect for one another.
I love how I can see you behind my eyes every second of the day, as corporeal as if you were sitting here with me; how well I know your eyes, your lips, your face, your hands, and how much enjoy learning you more, every day.
I love the way that your nature radiates from your heart: breathtaking, glowing, awe-inspiring; seeing you that first time, and every day since, it was like watching the sunrise, the most exhilarating and inspired sunrise, and feeling the warmth suddenly reach my face, and my cheeks felt flush, and the day began, and it felt new, and I mean entirely new.
Elle, you have my heart my dear, lovely friend.
Happy Valentine’s Day
I am going to make this real short today, because I would rather spend my time working on my novel...
The State of the Union address was a couple of nights ago, here in the United States. I don’t watch them, because I think the level of government exploitation is insurmountable, and it doesn’t matter if you're a Democrat or a Republican or somewhere in between, the deceit is enveloping; party affiliation only really exists in the living rooms of the American people.
Conditioned loyalty is harmful, because we’re, essentially, completely unaware of it. I remember, in my youth, just after I started making intellectual attempts to break from a specific party affiliation, when I would be arguing rational points from a constitutional or Libertarian perspective and yet, I still favored the politicians from the specific affiliation that I had tried to break from, I was more likely to lean to their perspective, and to trust politicians from that particular party over others. It took me a long while to realize that I was doing this.
In our humanity we have a tendency to see and/or ignore certain behavioral strengths and weakness in those that we trust, and if our trust is directed towards an idea system then we’re more likely to trust people who adhere to that particular dogma, instead of recognizing what we, when in our better judgment, would call “Absolute Truth.”
Many of us don’t even listen to ourselves when we’re arguing certain points (ie. we’ll, situationally, argue that our government is corrupt and manipulative and deceitful and...and...and...and yet, we still favor one party over another, because we were raised to do so, our loyalty has been conditioned to accept that affiliation as more right and more trustworthy than the other, or the rest)
My parents are Democrats, which is interesting because their affiliation was born from a rebellious 70’s era, both of my parents parents (my grandparents) were staunch Republicans; funny. I was raised to accept a liberal perspective, but in doing so I was also raised to, in a sense, ignore how that loyalty regarded the United States Constitution; both Democrats and Republicans manipulate and disrespect the U.S. Constitution situationally, as it serves them; unfortunately the framework of a democracy does need a basic foundation, and a standardized set of principles to operate, and although that might, sometimes, be irritating it’s kind of the basis of our entire system of government.
Conditioned, situationally loyalty makes it easier for us to ignore when some people are abusing their powers and manipulating that framework to serve their own needs, I think it’s disgusting.
Democrats like to consider themselves the “adults” between the two most affiliated parties, but it’s kind of horseshit because they're behaving at the same level as their Republican counterparts, somebody really needs to step up and “be the bigger party,” and the fact that no one has in over 40 years of this blatant constitutional commercialism suggests to me, only, that it’s all a head shot, a farce, a stage show, entertainment, a distraction, a game, whatever...it’s a joke. It’s a bad joke, because it’s not really funny. Conditioned loyalty affects how we relate to one another, there’s a shooting every week, a stabbing, missing persons, uncontrollable arguments and rage this isn’t the government, this is us, and how we’re letting the conditioning and the manipulation affect us...
So here’s my suggestion:
photo from piggypolish.com
Wow, what a week...
Does it feel to anybody else like it hasn’t slowed down since, I don’t know, around this time last week? The theme, I think, has been “perspective.” It’s weeks, such as this, that really make me grateful that I’m capable of discerning and variegated perspectives, and yet it’s also weeks, such as this, that make me wish more people were capable of consciously discerning and variegated perspectives; I’m surrounded by far more of the latter than the former, on a daily basis.
I think that, because of how the perspectives of two very distinct people that are surrounding me right now, I feel, for whatever reason, that this next week is going to be very telling, in a lot of ways. One of the two was very direct, in a very indirect way and the other is just prone to whiny'ness, and that might affect me hypothetically, which: holy G~d! The subtle conscious behaviors of people that are inexplicable and, just, disturbing, it's just like, "Why!?" and, for some unGodly reason, the world actually listens to them, like they matter, they don't. I will pointedly, and assuredly declare, once and for all, they don't matter. Not all people matter, some people were put on this earth to provide a more challenging, and demanding test for those of us that do matter. I know that's a 'political incorrect' statement but, lets face it, 'political correctness' was sooo last decade.
Do you ever stop and think about how the seemingly insistent banality of a single week or day or few moments can challenge the fabric of permanence, what we’ve become accustomed to can be imposed by little more than thought, and the correlating emotion to collaborate it?
It’s just kind of, like, “f*ck it;” and it’s not necessarily born of anger or frustration or exhaustion, it’s just, “alright, what’s next?” If we don’t ask ourselves then G~d or the universe will eventually strongly suggest that we stop living somewhere in-between and make that particular change. And, it’s never a general change, it’s not like because you’re floating around in some state of limbo it’s time to hit reboot and start completely over, although a considerable number of people seem to live by that aphorism; G~D is not going to strongly suggest you to make a change that isn’t already apparent to you…
But, then again…
...perhaps you’re just swallowed up by the immediacy of it all, right? And you feel like you have to do something to get out of it. We often feel like some physical action is necessary to result in whatever reality we want to see.
Have you ever seen, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind?
“How Happy is the blamess vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d;
Labour and rest, that equal perdiods keep…”
At the end of Eternal Sunshine Jim Carrey asks Kate Winslet, “Wait, I just want you to wait for a while.” I want to pause a moment to acknowledge how amazing that really is, and most people, I’m sure, just disregarded it. The immeasurable power of waiting, and of acknowledging the moment. The scene continues with Kate Winslet listing her faults which Jim Carrey was already aware of because he had just listened to a tape of him listing all the things that he didn’t like about her, including her list of faults, and then Carrey responds with, “Okay,” to which Winslet repeats, “Okay.” and the content that exists between the two of them existed because they each had slowed down and they were involved with the moment and not with the anger the frustration the exhaustion, or the fear the uncertainty or insecurity.
In those moments we become more capable of relating to another person, most of us get frustrated because we don’t understand why someone might not relate to us in our vulnerability, and we get so consumed in that-that we don’t acknowledge that the very fact that someone might not understand us in those moments is because they don’t share our perspective: they think differently, they feel differently, etc., and it’s worth the time to find a way to relate to that person.
Slow down and relate to that person, not verbally; do it quietly, silently, and that doesn’t mean you need to understand them, just realize that they think and feel differently, that’s all we really need to know. In that moment we can be discerning and variegated and, if we really want to, we verbally try to understand them; but, in that moment, we also hold the right to say, “f*ck it, I’ve stopped, I’ve acknowledge, I’ve considered things, and I still choose to react to it in exactly the way that I was going to.” The difference, even though it may ultimately wind up the same, is that you allowed your thoughts and your emotions to get on the same page.
Maybe this next week won’t be the slightest bit telling for me. Perhaps I have been consumed by a series of events that just happened, and the way I react whether discerningly, consciously or thoughtlessly or maybe in deciding not to react at all choosing, instead, to “...wait for awhile.” (Maybe it’s too early to react… perhaps the reaction should be so subtle and eventual that it doesn’t appear to be a reaction at all.)
The course, and direction explored by the events this week will, ultimately, be decided by how I choose to perceive the events, and therefore how I choose to react to them. Maybe the most telling thing won't be the direction this week will eventually lead me but, rather, how the way I choose to react influences who I am, and who I want to be to those who may not be so discerning and variegated, in my life.
...and maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and feel indifferent to the events of this week, leaving them to drift impartial in the wind. Who the f*ck knows... :)
(To those who might not yet grasp the point of the seemingly aloofness in this column: eh, that's OK.)
I was thinking about the people that are in our lives and how they affect us, how they influence us, and how they change us for better and for worse; and, honestly, I haven’t been thinking about this all that long, at least in the scope of this column, although it is something that crosses my mind a good bit.
It’s fascinating to me how people relate to one another. Why people fall in love and why someone might not like a person, for no particular reason, they just don’t like them, and also how a person might willfully deceive another, it’s interesting telling the story of the people in our lives that have left a scar; the people who, for whatever reason, were a negative influence. I’ve had a number of those people in my life and, it’s difficult but important to acknowledge, the people who I may have negatively affected.
I started thinking about this, in the scope of today’s column, last night while I was writing a note to someone who is incredibly important to me, I was, kind of, addressing it in an indistinct way—not precise—I ended up scraping it, the note, because I kept going around in circles, as I have been known to do with said person from time-to-time; we’ve talked about people in her life that have intentionally made it more difficult than it needed to be and, to be completely honest, I am having trouble fathoming it. She’s just too amazing to imagine how anyone could be so awful to her (I also know how unpleasant I’m going to be if I ever come across these people who have hurt her, in any way).
I understand that there are people in this world that cannot accept when good things happen to other people, to people whom are, specifically, a beacon of light: they emanate nothing but good and beauty; and the people that recognize in these beacons only what they themselves are not will resort to actively tearing the beacons down. And, disastrously, these people too often come close. They don’t know how strong they are, these beacons, what they are capable of and they often don’t know that the majority of the people in their lives are better because of them.
I wasn’t there before when she needed me to be there, because she needed someone who wouldn’t allow hate (for the sake only of hate) to nearly beat her, and the idea of that is crushing, just knowing that I wasn’t there, that nobody was, and knowing that I would have, simply, not allowed it, and I wouldn’t allow it now—at least now she knows that.
I suppose that what I’m getting at is stop allowing this shit to happen to good people! Geezus.
First and foremost stop being that person who might believe that in defeating others you elevate yourself because you don’t, you don’t get anything out of it, and it will, ultimately, drive you to create a fake front, change your name, and, I don’t know, take the frustrations of your failed life out on your spouse, your family, your friends and the people who otherwise give you the shred of humanity that you have left…
...and if you are someone that sees this sort of thing happening, get involved, stop letting the most amazing of us get beat down, because all these people want to do is make us better, they’re not selfish people, in fact that’s a word—selfish—that is no longer part of your vocabulary when you’re with them, all they want is to know that someone loves them and appreciates them and that they matter; and you do, the people you have around you and what you create are evidence of that. Help these people in your life to know that you appreciate them.
I’m tired of hearing about bad things happening to the people who deserve the absolute best from us, especially when they may not have been treated the way they should have, the way they have deserved to be, for most of their lives; even if it wasn’t always awful, it should have been better.
Homework assignment for my readers: elevate somebody’s day today (every day), simply because you can. Don’t worry if you come across as foolish, do it anyway. If you can’t do something for that particular someone that you wish you could, do something for someone else and know that it was them that inspired you. And don’t post it on Instagram or Twitter or Facebook or whatever else, just do it because there are people in the world that you find awe-inspiring, and it takes a little bit of effort to keep that feeling alive.
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