Dreamy's fine, Ron, but I have tangoed with her before and in any case would be cautious about putting anyone on some kind of pedestal. I would even argue that some expectations may inadvertently risk placing too high a standard and therefore pressure on someone.
It is important to keep in mind, too, that one's perception and experience o…
Dreamy's fine, Ron, but I have tangoed with her before and in any case would be cautious about putting anyone on some kind of pedestal. I would even argue that some expectations may inadvertently risk placing too high a standard and therefore pressure on someone.
It is important to keep in mind, too, that one's perception and experience of reality is of course going to, by necessity, differ from others'.
Personally, I prefer that whoever feels free to fail sometimes and have bad days and so forth and yet still feels accepted and acceptable.
Zazzy, the pedestal days are behind us - it is, or is becoming, a meritocracy again. My personal perception is she's earned my respect and affections. But as you say - in your abundance of wisdom - "perceptions may vary".
We can dance with the same woman, and for me, she steps on my toes (and/or vice-versa) and for you, she's a breeze. That's life/us and I'm fine with that. Maybe you continue dancing and I go for a drink at the bar and then bring over a couple of drinks for you guys once you're done. That kind of thing.
This is allegorical, though, since I generally have little interest in dancing and bars.
Oh sure, we do it over here when I'm not ball-and-chained to the computer and chatting with folks online when I should be doing my work. That's my un-genius you see. Mismanagement of priorities for one.
Happy go-lucky, yes, that's the way I read you - best way to be.
I used to use 168 as a "teaching tool", if you will. Friends would complain that they never had time to do things - learn to play the saxophone, learn another language, plant a garden, etc.
Well, we all bitch about having to work 40 long hours, so that leaves us 128 hours. We rarely sleep the suggested 8 hours a night, but say we do. That leaves us 72 hours - 128 less 56.
Set aside 4 hours per day (a very conservative number) for meals, laundry, shopping, errands, chores - the maintenance of life. So, now we're down to 44 hours - 72 less 28.
Divide 44 hours by 7 days, and that leaves 6 hours and 15 minutes per day to learn piano, another language, map out a family tree, etc.
Our time is fixed, just like our incomes - it's all about budgets and allocations - how we choose to spend each.
You're a prince and a genius, Zazzy, you know that, right? We can suss all this out over very late-night drinks at the cafe, maybe after all the other patrons have gone home for the night.
I've read and am maybe inclined to agree that we are all geniuses in our own ways, or maybe we wouldn't have made it to the current point we are at on this evolutionary path. I am pretty sure you have your own genius, and Dreamy hers, and so forth.
We're a social species afterall, so we rely on each's fortes.
I think so. It's easier to see from the outside in, than from the inside out sometimes. They can't see their genius in me, because as you say, we all possess distinct genius - maybe some in common - but generally, I won't have theirs. However, I can be a mirror for them, to see their own genius. To watch their recognition - their "aha" moment is joyful. They need faith - in themselves - though, as well as recognition.
Yes, people can know us (in some ways) better than we know ourselves, precisely because they see us from the outside, so excellent point. I can appreciate it, too, when others think for me sometimes, such as if my mind is elsewhere.
Dreamy's fine, Ron, but I have tangoed with her before and in any case would be cautious about putting anyone on some kind of pedestal. I would even argue that some expectations may inadvertently risk placing too high a standard and therefore pressure on someone.
It is important to keep in mind, too, that one's perception and experience of reality is of course going to, by necessity, differ from others'.
Personally, I prefer that whoever feels free to fail sometimes and have bad days and so forth and yet still feels accepted and acceptable.
Zazzy, the pedestal days are behind us - it is, or is becoming, a meritocracy again. My personal perception is she's earned my respect and affections. But as you say - in your abundance of wisdom - "perceptions may vary".
Both points well-taken.
We can dance with the same woman, and for me, she steps on my toes (and/or vice-versa) and for you, she's a breeze. That's life/us and I'm fine with that. Maybe you continue dancing and I go for a drink at the bar and then bring over a couple of drinks for you guys once you're done. That kind of thing.
This is allegorical, though, since I generally have little interest in dancing and bars.
"This is allegorical, though, since I generally have little interest in dancing and bars." ~ Strange Bedfellow
Agree, but engaged, intimate conversation? Another story - a deep connection - sometimes nothing better.
Oh sure, we do it over here when I'm not ball-and-chained to the computer and chatting with folks online when I should be doing my work. That's my un-genius you see. Mismanagement of priorities for one.
"That's my un-genius you see. Mismanagement of priorities for one."
Are you sure your work takes priority over chatting with folks?
What you see as un-genius or mismanagement, may actually be a display of genius.
Each of us only has 168. Sometimes I ask people, what do you do with your 168? Gets a puzzled look.
What's 168?
I am happy to set aside priorities if circumstances or new opportunities warrant it.
Puzzled? It's late, and I'm dragging you - not nice. We all have 168 hours in a week. 8-)
Do we? I never calculated that. I'm too happy-go-lucky to care I guess, (priorities be damned. ;)
Is it late? Or is it early? It should be getting light out soon...
Ron? Ron! Are you asleep?... Wanna pillow?...
(...unlocks cafe door, brings in bike, locks door, places 'Closed For The Weekend' sign in window, crashes out on other couch...)
Happy go-lucky, yes, that's the way I read you - best way to be.
I used to use 168 as a "teaching tool", if you will. Friends would complain that they never had time to do things - learn to play the saxophone, learn another language, plant a garden, etc.
Well, we all bitch about having to work 40 long hours, so that leaves us 128 hours. We rarely sleep the suggested 8 hours a night, but say we do. That leaves us 72 hours - 128 less 56.
Set aside 4 hours per day (a very conservative number) for meals, laundry, shopping, errands, chores - the maintenance of life. So, now we're down to 44 hours - 72 less 28.
Divide 44 hours by 7 days, and that leaves 6 hours and 15 minutes per day to learn piano, another language, map out a family tree, etc.
Our time is fixed, just like our incomes - it's all about budgets and allocations - how we choose to spend each.
Indeed, life and time are fixed, and 'life is short' as some have lamented.
You're a prince and a genius, Zazzy, you know that, right? We can suss all this out over very late-night drinks at the cafe, maybe after all the other patrons have gone home for the night.
I've read and am maybe inclined to agree that we are all geniuses in our own ways, or maybe we wouldn't have made it to the current point we are at on this evolutionary path. I am pretty sure you have your own genius, and Dreamy hers, and so forth.
We're a social species afterall, so we rely on each's fortes.
Agree, and there's nothing more joyful than helping someone see their own genius.
Do you think you have a knack (genius) for seeing others' genius and fortes? Or maybe encouraging it? It could be.
I think so. It's easier to see from the outside in, than from the inside out sometimes. They can't see their genius in me, because as you say, we all possess distinct genius - maybe some in common - but generally, I won't have theirs. However, I can be a mirror for them, to see their own genius. To watch their recognition - their "aha" moment is joyful. They need faith - in themselves - though, as well as recognition.
Yes, people can know us (in some ways) better than we know ourselves, precisely because they see us from the outside, so excellent point. I can appreciate it, too, when others think for me sometimes, such as if my mind is elsewhere.