Day 582: Abandoned

crosser than this man

I am witnessing a small man standing very close to a bigger man (who is sitting) and talking VERY loud. I saw him do the same earlier, possibly to the same man, only this time the taller man was also standing, and the smaller man was EVEN LOUDER.

While cocking around in a revolving door, I inadvertently made it hard for someone behind me to get through. He was walking with a stick. He wasn't hurt, but he was put out. When I saw him, I was sorry, so I waited till he came through and I apologised to him for being inconsiderate. His response: 'No, you don't give a shit, do you.' Interesting. My response was not as Zen, or as compassionate, as I'd have liked. I said 'Well I do, or I wouldn't have stayed to apologise.' Not the point, my lovely. Not the point. The man is angry. I am sorry for my part in causing that. Both those things can be true. There's no point fighting him, even in my head, because he didn't hear/want/accept my apology. And though that may not be what I want, it is okay.

A trip to IKEA tonight. I feel dirty. Not only because of the filthy hot dog and other dangerous food consumed there, but because of the sheepy, consumy and partly quite delightful experience of it. It's an antichrist to the sustainability gods. It's all about cheap labour and mass production, boxed living (quite literally, and mentally, oh so much!). And I had a nice time. I had a laugh. I went there with the least likely of my friends that I'd have expected to be there with (I was going to say 'the least likely person on the planet', but let's be realistic... me and Renee Zelweger in Neasdon IKEA? Me and Angela Merkel? Gnashing it up large on a filthy hot dog with the Dalai Lama? Less likely.)


This post was abandoned, because too many lovely things happened, and I got waylaid. Know, though, that I have had an outstanding few weeks, for which I am very grateful indeed. I also kept aware of the tiny wonders in my life day to day, and marvelled. I have written a hundred fine blog posts in my head. Back to it. Back to it.