For some time when I was younger I thought it would be cool to be a bartender, because you get to listen to people’s stories. That never materialized for me. Whatever work I found was not in bars.
But the reality is that just drinking in bars, you will still hear a lot of stories, and you can actually focus, since in reality most bartenders are busy.
Just in the past week I’ve heard at least half a dozen crazy stories. People tell me things, because I have no shame admitting I’m half crazy too. Especially when I’m drinking, I don’t judge anyone (within broad limits: if anyone ever tells me they hurt a child that is a line). Anyone talking to me is completely safe. And I focus. When I listen, you are the rock star, and it’s not an act.
You know what the root of misanthropy is? Feeling disconnected, and like everyone hates you, or is judging you.
I watch human beings, and all I see is logic.
LOL. I mean that sincerely though. You, yourself, are logical, even when you are at your most crazy. There is a reason, an emotional reason, and looked at carefully, it makes perfect sense. No one ever does anything that does not make sense to them.
The task I have set myself is to have committed every sin–at some level, which is an important qualifier–that I may see in anyone else. Then I can SEE. I will not be blind. And whatever I have done, I need not cling to or stay with.
Can I say love is remembrance? Yes, apparently I can.