Resistance Is Futile
Posted by Moose on August 17th, 2010. Filed under: My Brain Needs a Drink.One of the things I’m learning (in a hesitant, meandering sort of fashion) is that it doesn’t do any good to speculate on the outcome of a relationship or event, because you just never know how things will turn out. Ever. Even if you think you know, even if the signs seem to point in one direction all the way to the sunset-tinged horizon, even if you’re convinced you can affect the outcome by finding just the right combination of words or just the right action to take. We are all helpless in the face of converging event horizons.
Frankly, my inability to accurately predict or properly control the future never ceases to frustrate and flummox me. For surely I must be able to bend the world to my whim. (No.)
The typical answer, beloved of Zen teachers and abhorred by me (I usually demonstrate that distaste by sticking my tongue out at the person or book unwise enough to suggest this in my general vicinity), is that you can only control yourself. And then only if you’ve avoided the siren call of bourbon.
Luckily, I have some measure of success controlling small children and puppies. Following Wombat around a party as his little legs carry him in slightly drunken circles and petting Kristin’s new puppy Ella into submission makes me feel as if all is right in my carefully controlled universe. It only lasts ten minutes, but oh, what a glorious ten minutes it is.
Rosie the Riveter, if Rosie the Riveter had to clean mold out of her closet.
At least I can control the cleanliness of my immediate environment. This took significantly longer than ten minutes, by the way. Damn San Francisco damp.
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August 21st, 2010 at 10:47 pm
Never underestimate the ability to control small children, for any length of time. NEVER.