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 workâ€¦*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 rainâ€¦.).
I just love that song…*grin*
Anyway, moving along very swiftlyâ€¦my thought for the day (as if you cared) is the followingâ€¦.
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 thisâ€¦getting older? Settling into your own skin? Well, I call it Human Seasons. People are fluid, dynamic beings. What we may want and crave todayâ€¦we loath tomorrow. What excites us todayâ€¦bores us tomorrow.
And the trick is that within the Human Seasonsâ€¦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, lustâ€¦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.