The new year rang in with an episode of the old rod Serling classic, “the twilight zone.” there was the shocking and unexpected loss of friends and loved ones that are out of your control. Then there is the “hey can you help me fix my screw up problems” that probably should not have happened in the first place, yet, humans are flawed, and some folks really don’t seem to care anymore about getting it right on the first try, but a mentality of perpetual quick fixes are the norm.
I am amazed I have actually been so civil and polite with some people lately. I guess all this work in the spiritual realm is starting to take hold. I had to wonder what I would have done, or how I would have reacted 20-30 years ago.
Telling someone, “dude, you really f*cked up on this one” and then have them try to tell you how to fix their f*ck up – really will test your patience. Thankfully you can see it is not really how they want to talk, but they are at wit's end. I thought of a joke that I should get my friend a gun so that before he tries anything, it would be simpler to just shoot himself in the foot.”
People don’t realize the amount of time goes into building even simple things. You have designs, redesigns, new paths (this all happens on the front end) and it is a step people think is “free” because “how hard can it be to come up with something that has form AND function and fills all the design criteria.
I have written about it before, but the key to brainstorm is to get beyond 80 iterations of an idea to honestly get a new or remarkable “new” way. It is either brain damage, or I find the process a fun challenge to do this – as I think people think of one idea, and many stop. I am not sure of the “why?” all I have come up with is society, and this is a seeming global phenomenon places limits on humans to not try, take any risk, yet think they can go beyond their known limits with a guarantee of success.
Perhaps it is that while as humans we love to control and think we can control our circumstances and environment. The reality is that we are all sort of floating in a world where life can change with the blink of an eye. what we thought was so important becomes meaningless, and what we learn has us look back and wonder, “why was I so foolish?”
this poetic moment is written as we go between four stores of the same vendor to find one item, of which each store says the other has the article, yet, when we call each store, each one says they do NOT have the thing, yet their systems say all the other stores have them.
A microcosmic story is that while reading Mr. p’s obituary today, I found a ramen house was open in the city. It would be a welcome treat, as so many lunches in Japan were gyozas and ramen noodles for lunch. I still marvel the slurping sounds and the ear popping “click” noise patrons would make to let the cook know they liked the food.
I have been craving pho or ramen, so excitedly told my friend, “c’mon, we are going to eat ramen!”
We get to the door after a nice write up in the paper, and they are closed. "On holiday till..." (snip)
That is about how the last week has gone. A mad scramble to play catchup for problems I didn’t do or create, yet, you know someone has to step in and fix it, otherwise, it won’t bode well for anyone.
I guess we go seeking Vietnamese Pho for lunch today. Just another form of Yum!