Podcast 6 — "I am trying to give up anger. It’s poisonous and it has no effect other than to make the angerer feel bad and perhaps do something truly stupid."
Your episode of cursing makes me wonder if you've been watching Only Murders in the Building, a great show featuring a couple of finely-tuned comedic old guys like you, but one that a little overzealously throws around the f-bombs.
Thanks Garrison for this lesson to avoiding stupidity. I identify stupidity in others more often than within myself. Since I talk to much explaining myself as someone more intelligent than some others, a bit of lite stupidity often shows through. r roeder
Keep trying Garrison. Your ideas contain lots of anger. Most of it suppressed. Not possible to be critical of so much and not be loaded with anger. I love you anyway. Well...not you...your body of work.
“Anger has no effect…” That’s possibly the case when rage comes from a tall, impressive man such as yourself. Way Back When - when I had to deal with an “Employees’ Credit Union,” anger turned out to be “Open Sesame!” I was a temporary employee – someone who had to walk over to “Building 4” and pick up my paycheck every other Friday. The bored staff would look at me as if “What are you doing, taking up my precious time,” even though I was the only “customer” in the lobby. I tried being “rational” and “reasonable” and all that ”Good” stuff, to no avail. One morning, as I walked over, I just asked myself: “What would happen if I Blew My Stack” !? BINGO! Suddenly, I was no longer “An Apparition” – “A Ghost” of no substance, but an Actual, Temperamental Person!” I made one fuming request for my paycheck, and there it was, PRONTO! I tried it once more – but after that, they had my number and I didn’t have to put on an act again. For a week or two I also tried it out with clerks at checkout stations in grocery stores, but they gave me such tired stares that I only did it once or twice. I sympathized with their look of “I’m chained to this cash register, and ‘God Help Me!’ I wish I could get away from all this abuse!” That, in turn, made me change my tune at the Credit Union. By then, the cashiers had decided that I was someone they’d better pay attention to, so the masquerade was no longer necessary.
If there’s a moral to this story, it might be that folks who serve the public often construct categories – “Who Counts” and “Who Doesn’t.” A fellow of your height, skin color, and self-assured manner of carrying himself - let’s face facts – “Has Class!” I wonder if your “Mrs.” Would be treated respectfully if she went into a “Day Old Bread” store, bought something, and slipped into the checkout line? It can be difficult for any of us to imagine how public interactions might be like, if we were in “Someone Else’s Shoes.”
As an observer from several HAL/APHC cruises, it seems to me you’ve got a very likeable, friendly manner of presentation, even when things may be on the edge of “Going South.” For any of us who have that image, it would be quite something to see a clip of your interactions with those refurbishes! It would be like “Yes! A Leopard Can Change His Spots!”
Your episode of cursing makes me wonder if you've been watching Only Murders in the Building, a great show featuring a couple of finely-tuned comedic old guys like you, but one that a little overzealously throws around the f-bombs.
I'll give up anger onlyl wehn Trump is history. Until then, I need it tostoke my energy
Thanks Garrison for this lesson to avoiding stupidity. I identify stupidity in others more often than within myself. Since I talk to much explaining myself as someone more intelligent than some others, a bit of lite stupidity often shows through. r roeder
Keep trying Garrison. Your ideas contain lots of anger. Most of it suppressed. Not possible to be critical of so much and not be loaded with anger. I love you anyway. Well...not you...your body of work.
“Anger has no effect…” That’s possibly the case when rage comes from a tall, impressive man such as yourself. Way Back When - when I had to deal with an “Employees’ Credit Union,” anger turned out to be “Open Sesame!” I was a temporary employee – someone who had to walk over to “Building 4” and pick up my paycheck every other Friday. The bored staff would look at me as if “What are you doing, taking up my precious time,” even though I was the only “customer” in the lobby. I tried being “rational” and “reasonable” and all that ”Good” stuff, to no avail. One morning, as I walked over, I just asked myself: “What would happen if I Blew My Stack” !? BINGO! Suddenly, I was no longer “An Apparition” – “A Ghost” of no substance, but an Actual, Temperamental Person!” I made one fuming request for my paycheck, and there it was, PRONTO! I tried it once more – but after that, they had my number and I didn’t have to put on an act again. For a week or two I also tried it out with clerks at checkout stations in grocery stores, but they gave me such tired stares that I only did it once or twice. I sympathized with their look of “I’m chained to this cash register, and ‘God Help Me!’ I wish I could get away from all this abuse!” That, in turn, made me change my tune at the Credit Union. By then, the cashiers had decided that I was someone they’d better pay attention to, so the masquerade was no longer necessary.
If there’s a moral to this story, it might be that folks who serve the public often construct categories – “Who Counts” and “Who Doesn’t.” A fellow of your height, skin color, and self-assured manner of carrying himself - let’s face facts – “Has Class!” I wonder if your “Mrs.” Would be treated respectfully if she went into a “Day Old Bread” store, bought something, and slipped into the checkout line? It can be difficult for any of us to imagine how public interactions might be like, if we were in “Someone Else’s Shoes.”
As an observer from several HAL/APHC cruises, it seems to me you’ve got a very likeable, friendly manner of presentation, even when things may be on the edge of “Going South.” For any of us who have that image, it would be quite something to see a clip of your interactions with those refurbishes! It would be like “Yes! A Leopard Can Change His Spots!”