Monthly Archives: January 2010
Watching some YouTube this morning, I did something I haven’t done before and read some of the comments under the videos. What astounded me was the diversity of the comments, ranging from “awesome” to “this sucks” and worse. Ecstatically for and fanatically against – the same clip!
What struck me immediately was that no matter how popular someone or something is, there are as many people who will hate it, and hate it with a vehemence! My wife and I are on opposite sides of this fence concerning certain films… Why though, I wonder, if we don’t agree with someone’s opinion or ideas do we have to resort to insults, shouting, and threats? I guess that’s just the way we are. If someone says they agree with us, we feel validated. Our opinion or belief is obviously right/correct because there is someone else who feels the same – very nice, yeah? Buuuut…, what about when someone doesn’t agree with us? Well that’s when we lose control and even feel the need to hurt; verbally and/or physically.
There will always be people who don’t like us, no matter how hard we try to please them – this goes for family, friends, and colleagues as well as people who’ve never even met us. We can’t change them, we can’t reason with them, as much as we may try, so the only way to deal with this situation is to accept that we will never please everyone and be happy with the ones we do.
Accept that everyone has the right to their own beliefs and opinions and that if they shout and scream at us it’s not personal – Oh! they’ll try and make it personal if we continue to disagree and especially if we argue back, but we all have the option to walk away.
晴 雲 法 声 seiun hosei
December 2009, somewhere in Europe.
We sat in a cold cold hall, waiting, waiting, endlessly waiting for “him”.
In the meantime, Heidi and Friedric (not their real names), showed us videos of previous retreats and spoke to us in hushed tones about how fabulous it was to be there and how incredible it would be when “he” arrived.
(video of “him”): “Did I tell you the story of when I was on the Concord?”
We suffered this drivel and poor quality videos for almost 2 freezing days with all the doors and windows open (we had paid to listen to his teachings from day one, not, from day 3)! “He likes it to be cool” gushed Friederick. OK, but “he” is not even here and this is definately not cool; you could conserve your milk and butter in here!
“When will he arrive?” I temerously asked one of the “badged” helpers. “It could be in 20 minutes, or 3 hours or tomorrow; we never know.” he answered as if this added to the mysticism. I looked closely at his eyes but couldn’t see the wool.
FINALLY after 2 freezing days and a fire in the hotel, “he” appeared. “I’m not really here” he jested, “I’m only an illusion” he jested. Is he actually a jester? Have I booked us into the wrong gig? “But I may come tomorrow” WHAT? We have to wait again, and you MAY come? “In the meantime, did I tell you the story of when I was on the Concord?”
The next day, after my wife and I had a lovely walk in the surrounding forrest rather that sit freezing our butts off in the main hall listening to the droning platitudes and mindnumbingly brainwashed adulation of our two inductees, there was word that “he” would appear! Yay! So we put on a third layer of clothes, our hats and gloves, and then barefooted, took our places on the pre-frozen plastic chairs.
“Precious one” drooled Heidi, “Martin from xxx just wanted to say that your arrival yesterday made him feel that the universe was finally at peace” Oh-oh! “Suzy from yyy said that just your presence made her reach enlightenment!” NO! Please!
“Did I tell you the story of when I was on the Concord?”
Time to leave…
晴 雲 法 声 seiun hosei