I mean they aren’t really Tibetan.
Those aren’t really Tibetan Rites, just FYI.
But if they work for you, enjoy.
I appreciate people who are flexible, calm, patient, and kind.
Going with the flow doesn’t always lead to winning or dominating or controlling a situation or circumstance.
Very rare thing in this world to accept that *not every desire* can be fulfilled if only you push hard enough.
nostr:npub1s05p3ha7en49dv8429tkk07nnfa9pcwczkf5x5qrdraqshxdje9sq6eyhe digs deep into this in his book, The Price of Tomorrow.
I had my doubts… but I have now seen the light.
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Hard disagree.
We’ve met, briefly, at least three times.
“Cold, distant, and semi-retarded” are NOT the words I have used to describe you.
To wit, the words I’ve used are “warm, approachable, and giga-brained.”
Thanks for everything you do, your intellect, and generosity.
#grateful
Indeed, this is the truth for ALL your thoughts: nostr:note1x8x9q4r59xwrmlznxdu555uzfcw44ntkcmyezknahuqmsqmhk9yshmycf0
Yesterday, I saw a dad yelling at his son to clean up all the balls they’d hit on the baseball diamond and then lock up the field so he (the dad) could go meet up with some buddies at a bar, and the the sone should come find him later. The son was maybe 12 years old, and his body language indicated a resignation to this routine.
My heart sank. I wanted to say something the kid… some words of support or just to let him know that his dad’s anger had little to do with anything the son was responsible for.
Sports are supposed to be fun. Practicing alone on a Friday afternoon is supposed to be a sweet father-son bonding activity. This was…not that.
I know this story is only barely related to yours, except that, in the end, I muttered the following under my breath as I walked away, which may be helpful to you, “Not my circus, not my monkeys.”
Well, in that case, it’s unfortunate that he took offense. There’s *probably* something else going on in his life at the moment. Or being called “Dave” is a special trigger for him, or whatever. You know what I mean? Not trying to psychoanalyze David from here, but… maybe he just doesn’t like you, Dave! LOL.
I’ve thought a lot about this…
A name is a personal label. In a social realm, it is their very identity. Calling someone by a variation they did not offer can be an honest mistake, or it can be inconsiderate. You’re stepping over a boundary of how they choose to present themselves in the world. So they are redrawing it for you.
It’s like giving someone a nickname. If it’s not a term of endearment, or something that they appreciate, then it’s just disrespectful.
Dude, shut the fuck up with that noise.
Can confirm.
Moving social apps to my iPad was a huge time saver and stress reducer. The next phase was moving news apps, and then financial & banking that don’t need to be monitored daily.
…email and Slack remain on my mobile, but notifications are either turned off or only enabled during limited hours.
It’s like I have my life back.





