The older I get, the less I feel I have something to say in a world that increasingly has a counterpoint, even when there is no need to counter anything. Why bother when it just opens the door for someone who feels they might need to school you on whatever you write or say?
Not that I’m opposed to hearing different takes on something. It it their need to be right that makes me scratch my head and want to throw both hands in their direction and say, “Oh! Bother!”.
Work. Play. Here. There. Family. Everyone needs to have an opinion and their opinion cannot be swayed. It is vital that it is not swayed. And, if you don’t try to sway theirs, you have people poking at you to get you to sway your opinion, even if you would rather not have an opinion at all some of the times.
Even this post is an opinion I’d rather not have.
So, perhaps, I’ll dig a hole under the oak tree and bury this post with a handful of other opinions I carry around inside, tied up in a burlap bag to give the tree some manure to break down into useful nutrients for growth and find a use for the more toxic of the thoughts I carry within.
12 responses to “manure”
Perhaps it’s just me but it seems that, many moons since, points would be discussed or argued and people listened. Whether or not opinions were swayed is a different matter – and in many ways irrelevant as it was the process that was important. Now it seems that an opposing viewpoint is dismissed without even a pause for thought; as you say, the need to be right.
Better just to have those arguments in your own head. Assuming you can find the room!
Being right has become an existential crisis when there is a chance that you might be wrong. Or merely have another POV that is equally valid.
Gods help those who insist they are right when they base their “right”-ness on “alternative facts”. Those no talking to people who insist on manufacturing “truths” that align with their personal fantasies.
This much is true.
I do enjoy the word Burlap.
It’s very close to burly.
Which makes me think of the word fisticuffs.
Which makes me think of handlebar moustaches.
Which makes me think of burly men with handlebar moustaches getting ready for fisticuffs
Which amuses me.
And I smile.
Burly men with handlebar moustaches doing laps around a burlap sack steading themselves for fisticuffs and slaps.
Exactly! And for some reason that makes me grin 😁
Here’s to celebrating the excellent company of our mycelial kin : )
They are always hard at work and deserve vigorous applause.
Yes!
A great visual. There’s a few opinions I’d love to bury, but I’m afraid they would only stink up the place.
At least if they were still around they’d be out to work… 😂