I seem to be being judged from a lot of quarters these days.
When I was a second-year student at the Corcoran School of Art, the School bought a city brownstone in the Dupont Circle area of D.C. to use as a dorm. It was a city neighborhood of two-lane streets lined with leafy trees, sidewalks, and row houses. I was to share the lowest unit, that was half above and half below street level; it had a tiny low-fenced yard and its own entrance a handful of steps down. The doorway at the other end of the unit, leading into the building proper, was right next to the laundry machines, which turned out to be a luxury. I had been assigned a roommate, a freshman, who hadn't arrived yet.
I was excited to be moving. The brownstone row house had been a gracious home when it was built, and had beautiful woodwork everywhere, admittedly a little the worse for more than a century of wear and tear. My unit had gorgeous built-in bookcases along the wall. Most important things first: the night before moving day, unable to sleep, I ferried a bunch of my books over to the new place in the middle of the night, and lovingly arranged them on some of the shelving. To be honest about my motives, I probably had it in the back of my mind that I wanted to claim some bookshelf space for myself before my as-yet-unmet roommate had a chance to hog it all for himself. (I needn't have worried, by the way. He loved his infernal prog-rock turned up to 11, but I never saw him near a book. I left half the bookshelf space for him and he used it for folded clothes.)
The next day, my younger brother Scott and our mother helped me move in. We brought over my scant and rather sorry collection of possessions in one pickup-truck load. I unlocked the door. While Mom and I strategized the unloading, Scott grabbed a box and carried it inside.
When he came back out, he said, "Your new roommate sure is stuck-up."
I was puzzled. "Is he here?"
"No, but he's a literary snob. Take a look at his books when you go inside. You'll see."
He started naming titles, all of which were, um, familiar. Of course I exclaimed, "Those are MY books, you idiot!! I moved them in last night!"
Scott burst out laughing. Judged! And skewered. So it goes.
I still don't know if he knew they were mine and he was just needling me. That was probably true, come to think. Scott was wise. He knew me better than any other human on the face of the Earth ever has or ever will. I've never thought of this before this moment, but it's nice that the person who knew me best liked me so much. That's something to be grateful for. Of course it did bring him joy to give me a hard time.
Hungry angry lonely tired
Humans don't like advice, so this is merely a suggestion. I interact with a lot of people every day in one way or another, often at a bit of a remove, which possibly enables something in the way of objectivity. And it seems to me that, because of the run-up to the American election, people are worked up at the moment—agitated, unsettled, maybe angry. A little quicker to find fault, render judgement, snap back, argue. Wound up tighter than usual one way or another.
My suggestion, and that's all it is, is that we might all need to pay a little extra attention in the coming month to reacting to life and to others with patience, tolerance, kindliness, and compassion. If something "triggers" you and you flash up with that little hit-'em-back feeling in your gut, pause, say "God, help me" or some other three-word prayer silently to yourself, and count five in-and-out breaths. Then respond. I think it might be safe to assume that people aren't going to be quite their best selves right now. And that might include me, and maybe even you. I just think we're all going to be a little tense for a spell—at least here in the FUSA*, and possibly elsewhere.
Peace!
Mike
*Formerly United States of America.
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MikeR: "Heard this on a radio (remember those?) program a few days ago: 'Just like me.' When regarding a person who may be 100% opposed to you or your ideas, think, for example, that they likely went to kindergarten, just like me. Needed to find a date for the senior prom, just like me. This tends to limit 'othering' other humans."
Mike replies: Just so. It's excellent advice. I'm definitely in that habit. When someone gives offense and I rush to blame, my first thought is, "have I ever done that?" The answer is almost always yes: said something rude, cut someone off in traffic, gave someone the finger, yelled for no good reason, on goes the list. It instantly makes me a lot of more forgiving.
A few years ago a group of teenagers, boys and girls, were having an animated conversation right outside my window at midnight. Did I ever do that? Yes, when I was their age, and the last thing I wanted was some grumpy oldster who was past his precious bedtime breaking up our socializing and making the girl I was interested in go home. They're only at the lake for a week or two. And they're only young once. I turned the light on and read a book until they left on their own.
Dan Gorman: "I loved this post. The story about Scott is wonderful, and the last two paragraphs are truly beautiful.
"My wife is a fan of a guy named Dacher Keltner, a Cal Berkeley psychologist, and his book Awe: The New Science of Everyday Wonder and How It Can Transform Your Life. Keltner maintains that we all need frequent experiences of awe, which he believes ground us in a very healthy way, and encourage us to feel connected to—and small within—this vast, mysterious cosmos. Keltner lists several common experiences that he says tend to bring people a sense of awe (nature, music, 'sacred geometries,' and 'collective effervescence,' among others), but the first experience he describes in the book is what he calls 'moral beauty.'
"Your post is an excellent example of moral beauty (among many others you've written over the years, by the way). It may only be read by some subset of your regular readers, but it's a ripple of common sense and reason at a time when both are in short supply. May your ripple spread far and wide.
"Thank you for this."
Re "If something 'triggers' you and you get that little hit-'em-back feeling..."
The thing that keeps me from following through is that I'd need to buy several new T.V.s a day after watching cable news. Ugh! God, help me.
Posted by: Albert Smith | Wednesday, 09 October 2024 at 04:23 PM
Why do you call our country the FUSA?
[Little joke. See footnote. --Mike]
Posted by: John Boeckeler | Wednesday, 09 October 2024 at 05:16 PM
It's strange, but even though there's the divisiveness of politics, which is normal, because politics is a real struggle for power, not just people getting grumpy with each other, there's also some real human solidarity, in part brought on by terrifying events like Hurricane Milton barreling into Florida, or the massive damage last week in North Carolina (I don't know if I've ever seen such a close one-two punch from nature). When it comes to some things, we all wish people well, and all want the best, at least for a few news cycles.
Posted by: John Krumm | Wednesday, 09 October 2024 at 06:31 PM
Hiya.
I bet this is old news to almost everyone, but I only just discovered the idea of ‘box breathing.’
It does seem to work.
https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/321805
Cheers,
Dean
Posted by: Dean Johnston | Wednesday, 09 October 2024 at 07:12 PM
wrt the books, perhaps your brother Scott was being ironic? I know Americans generally don’t detect ironic comments, whereas the British (and Australians) often use it as a form of humour.
Americans seem very literal and take things at face value. This could partly explain why some can accept outrageous lies from political candidates.
Posted by: Sven W | Wednesday, 09 October 2024 at 08:04 PM
"A few years ago a group of teenagers, boys and girls, were having an animated conversation right outside my window at midnight. Did I ever do that? Yes, when I was their age, and the last thing I wanted was some grumpy oldster who was past his precious bedtime breaking up our socializing and making the girl I was interested in go home. They're only at the lake for a week or two. And they're only young once. I turned the light on and read a book until they left on their own."
Good for you, Mike. Too many shout at the clouds or "get off my lawn" or belike.
That was the honorable thing to do.
Posted by: William Lewis | Wednesday, 09 October 2024 at 08:38 PM
Er....
Perhaps it is time to refashion an excellent new, New World! 🧢
I jest Mike, or is that irony?
Posted by: Stephen J | Thursday, 10 October 2024 at 02:14 AM
And it seems to me that, because of the run-up to the American election, people are worked up at the moment—
Or so the talking heads on TV would have us believe ... My experience out in the real world is that most people are busy working and living their lives and don't spend a lot of time worrying about something over which they have no control.
Posted by: Speed | Thursday, 10 October 2024 at 06:33 AM
Well said,and thank you. I'm in the FUSA (North Carolina) and have witnessed my neighbors willingness to help folks in western NC. On the other side is the election run up filled with fabrication, misdirection and lies. A sorry state indeed.
No need to publish, your call.
Posted by: CL Sumner | Thursday, 10 October 2024 at 08:43 AM
I completely agree with Speed. Just went out for lunch here in Vermont, where there are signs supporting both candidates. The owner and staff in the restaurant, and all of the patrons, were smiling, friendly and happy to be alive on a beautiful fall morning with colorful leaves and crisp air all around us. Not a hint of snarling or anger.
Posted by: Scott | Thursday, 10 October 2024 at 01:12 PM
Oh, I thought the term "United States" was an oxymoron.
Posted by: Bear. | Thursday, 10 October 2024 at 08:54 PM
Sorry for the interior photography advice. But we love you too.
Posted by: Richard G | Saturday, 12 October 2024 at 01:41 AM
"FUSA*
*Formerly United States of America."
OK, I have to admit, 'Formerly' is not the word that first came to my mind. ;D
Posted by: Peggy | Saturday, 12 October 2024 at 03:33 AM