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"I like your new glasses. They really magnify your eyes." is not the compliment you are looking for.28/6/2015
I've been thinking about the act of forgiveness. I wonder if it is an act...
Do we fake it 'til we make it? Force it 'til we feel it? Forgiveness isn't easy. Sometimes we've been wronged so many times there's nothing left in our bag of tricks to allow us to play on. What is the answer when we are forced to live or work at close quarters with a person who repeatedly wrongs us? Is the answer in the word itself? The letters in forgiveness can be rebuilt as 'inverses fog'. Is it easier to forgive if we remember that the fog of idiocy isn't ours? Aren't we supposed to forgive for ourselves; to relieve ourselves of the anger or hurt of being wronged. Why should we carry the pain of someone else's mistakes? Do we act like a watered duck? Pretend we aren't soaked to the bone and freezing? I think not. Inversing the fog isn't about accepting someone else's haze of stupidity. It's about clearing the air. Blow it away like you're the north wind. Take a deep breath in and tell them how you feel. They can't see through their fog until you lift it from them. The act of forgiveness is an act of kindness to yourself. Don't live surrounded by someone else's fog. Blow it away. We invented divinity, so we all have divinity inside us.
The problem it's a long way up there and seems to have twisted sideways and wedged I'm freaked out by weird things.
Hmm... let me rephrase that. I think the things that freak me out may not be the things that freak out other people. I have no phobia of spiders, snakes, or murderers. Sharks, yes. But only an idiot wouldn't get a shiver as an dark shadow passes under them when they're out beyond the breakers. My fears are more common-place and probably things that others may never pay attention to. What I bring to the fore today is synchronised applause. You know, when a crowd of clappers go from anarchy into synchronicity. *shudders* Creepy and cultish. It's like the Borg have flicked a switch and unleashed the hive mind. It's a really uncomfortable thing for me. I want to slap people and scream and throw a chair into the crowd to return the mob to its former comfortable chaos. Fortunately, these ovations tend to occur at venues where the chairs are bolted to the floor and as such the yen of chair throwing has gone unfulfilled. Yes, synchronicity has its place, but human mobs acting as one scare the living shit out of me. |
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