Life

The Human Stain

Oh my hat, I just had a spectacular little tantrum behind closed doors (at least my Drama Queen moments are private). Here at the Big House, we`re having the general shareholders meeting and announcement of interim results. Media is at the centre of it and we`re firing on all cylinders today. Tension is high and suddenly there are many chiefs and very few Indians. Well, this little Indian just got really annoyed. Which I don`t do at work…*sigh*

So in order to find some inner peace and enhance my karma I`ve switched from listening to Soft Cell`s Tainted Love to Rupert Holmes` Escape (sing with me, If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain….).

I just love that song…*grin*

Anyway, moving along very swiftly…my thought for the day (as if you cared) is the following….

Most people are fickle, some more than others. I have been accused *grin* of being complex, fickle and just plain picky. I beg to differ. You see, ladies and gents, my problem is so much simpler. I suffer from a short attention span. ADD if you will. I can and will get bored at a drop of a hat and it takes a special kinda` friend, romantic interest, hobby or movie to keep me enthralled past the first 10 minutes. I could never settle for the boring and mundane. I need stimulation and excitement in order to have a vested interest in the matter at hand. Granted, in the past it`s been a problem. Boyfriends never passed muster and friends were fleeting. In one year I was a ballerina, karate kid, Girl Scout and chess fanatic. I loved dogs. Then I loved cats. Then I loved snakes (the FPU LOVED me for that one). In short, I needed some kind of excitement and drama to keep it (and me) interesting and lacking any drama I would fabricate some.

I`ve mellowed with age. Small things will keep me fascinated for hours however, my tolerance levels for bullsh*t is non-existent. So what is this…getting older? Settling into your own skin? Well, I call it Human Seasons. People are fluid, dynamic beings. What we may want and crave today…we loath tomorrow. What excites us today…bores us tomorrow.

And the trick is that within the Human Seasons…are we getting the fundamentals right? Do we know who we are and what our non-negotiables are? Or do we flounder every time something in our seemingly insular lives change. Grow, breath, love, hate, crave, resist, lust…these are the Human Seasons.

The Human Seasons

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness–to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
John Keats (1795-1821)

*smile* You gotta` love Keats. He`s such a damn realist.

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