Introspection

My Will Be Done

Self Reflection
A couple months back, I decided to make a striking change in my life. After some self reflection--and crying--I began to wonder if the unhappiness that had so perfumed my world could somehow be my fault. Never!

There is a prayer said by many with the line "...thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven". Never really thought much about it, I always sloughed it off as more religious rhetoric. But now I understand the symbolism. Earth: the physical world. Heaven: the spiritual/mental world. Thy: old speak for you. So... you will be done in the physical world as you will be done in the mental. Snap! That is, however you think, that is how you are.

This actually makes a great deal of sense. Don't you think about what you want for dinner before you order it? Don't you decide what to say before you say it? Don't you have to buy women's shoes before you can wear them? Wait--you don't? Yeah, me either...

This may sound like more tree hugging hippy crap--and it may be--but none the less, it may be true (don't kill the messenger, but you can give him a job--if he cuts his hair!).

First and foremost I consciously stopped myself from saying negative things. No more "today sucks" or "I hate this..." or "Greg's a jackass". Amazingly, like a raging ego maniac, the negativity in my mind shriveled at the silence of its own voice. About a week into my adventure, I had little negative emotion left.

Since, the world is a much nicer place. I don't expect people to be mean to me. Snide remarks and attitudes don't offend me. I don't shiver in the pit of my soul at the thought of going to work, and my purple flats look spectacular--ehr, I mean, no...

Look, I'm not worried about the prayer or anything; it ain't the way I groove. But it may be more than just some dumb line. More importantly, it offers us a powerful truth. The world may only suck because you think it does, and it may stop sucking if you stop telling it too.

Dumb Is My Mecca

Dumb is my Mecca…
For every person, for every human, there is a point at which fulfillment is sought. People strive towards this goal for a lifetime. It is the greatest quest of all, the literal pursuit of happiness that our forefathers spoke of. Some take the route of mental gains. More still try to reach this brass ring via career success. Good for them. As for me, I make less than most pan handlers, Can't even spell philosophy without a dictionary and the last potluck I went to gave me gas. No joke, there was a lot of celery in that stuffing. (I know the last statement is unrelated but if you learn nothing else, take from this that celery is a spice not a staple. Not now, not ever.) The search continues. One thing is certain though, there has to be something to hang the hat on right? 

Five automobile accidents, the destruction of two staircases from Tupperware sleds, a chronic shoulder injury from an incident involving sumo suits on a hockey rink, and the removal from a very classy restaurant after what can only be classified as "misuse of beer foam" have taught me two things. One, I'm really only a partridge in a pear tree away from having my own holiday song. Second, I seem to have an ever-growing knack for idiocy. 

It wasn't until my neighbor politely informed me that although glare may prevent me from seeing them, they were not affected the same way and would appreciate if I could close the blinds before showering, that it hit me. Dumb is my Mecca! It is where I like to hang out. Now don't go getting all doctor Phil on me just yet. These acts are not a cry for attention. Hardly. I tend to be amply loud enough to get by without gags for effect. Theses samples provided above, and believe you me they are just that, a small sample, serve no other purpose then to enlighten you to what is frighteningly my truth. I'm dumb… I just try to be smart about it.

Thank you.