Tuesday, July 15, 2014

blank look

I made a comment, one that was intended as a compliment, if you will. In return, he gave me what I would call "a blank look." He returned a look without comment, seemingly indifferent. Note to thin-skinned, oversensitive, "attached" self: you truly do not know what his response or reaction is or was. So, before you get all pouty and resentful, consider that the recipient of your remark may have been puzzled, perplexed, in agreement, in disagreement, either/or, both/and, neither/nor, thinking about his great aunt, suffering constipation, calculating an equation that could lead to a cancer cure, meditating on Descartes, have a hearing problem, not like me, like me, formulating a diplomatic response for another time, processing other data, undergoing a TIA or stroke, entertaining erotic and lurid thoughts about Marilyn Monroe (or Marilyn Manson), forgotten what I said immediately after I spoke it, ad infinitum, ad nauseam. And nausea is the point here. It is nauseating, what paces we put ourselves through when we are all up in our heads. The sickness unto self, as Kierkegaard put it. Cui bono? To what good?

5 comments:

Craig said...

Have you examined the possibility that you tweeted the compliment and forgot you were tweeting and not interacting in your 3-D world? Because....you never know

Pawlie Kokonuts said...

No, I was not in a digitally induced psychotic fugue; it was so-called Real Life. Actually, the whole thing is a meant as a riff on Buddha's query: Are you sure of your perceptions?

Pawlie Kokonuts said...

"... is meant ..."

Craig said...

well, when you start going Buddha on me I have to check out--you're reading stuff that's way beyond me. I just focus on the here and now. And if you ignore a compliment I give you, you might get a "hey! we're living in a society here!!!!!!". Sorry, Seinfeld reference, most of my life lessons were learned through watching that sitcom........

Pawlie Kokonuts said...

if you focus on the here and now, you are the true Buddhist. so there.

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