Let's face it....I'm a
simple man (some would argue in all senses of the word). I have
simple wants and simple needs and all I ever want is whatever it is I
want right when I want it. Don't bother me with having to think
before I act, or having to figure out how things work. Getting from
point A to point B should not involve circuitous trips through every
other letter in the alphabet to get there.
If I go somewhere I expect
to have my wallet with me. I'm far too busy to have to think about
getting it out of the pants I wore yesterday and putting it in the
pants I'm wearing today. They should know enough to be there
automatically.
When I leave my apartment, I
expect to have my keys either in my pocket or in my hand. I don't see
why I should have to go back inside and spend twenty minutes looking
for them.
When I buy a new piece of
electronic equipment, I expect to plug it in and start using it.
That's what I paid for, that's what I want to do. But,
noooooo.....they insist I read the manual. I do not like
reading manuals. I am totally lost before I finish the "Getting
Started" page. Yes, I want to get started, but I don't want to
have to read about it....I want to do
it! And what's the point in reading 47 pages of gibberish I do not
understand? They might as well write instruction manuals in Sanskrit
for all the good they do me.
I want to be 25 again, and
will be damned if I'll accept the fact that that will never happen. I
want to be 25 again, so don't
just sit there, make it happen! (And here we touch upon another
aspect of my problem: I do not see why I should have to do something
when others know how to do and can do for me far better and more
quickly than I can. I appreciate their help, but since they already
know, why should I have to bother knowing it, too?)
I am
perfectly happy to share my expertise in....well, whatever it is I
may have expertise in....with anyone who would like it, so why
shouldn't everyone else do the same? (And here I must admit that I
rely on my friends far, far more often than they rely on me.)
When I
have a question about something from an organization or company, I
expect to pick up the phone, punch their number into the cell phone
I've never really bothered to understand, and immediately talk with
an actual human who can help me. I do not want to have to “press
one for English” and then sit on hold for six hours listening to
endlessly repeated and patently cynical assurances that my call is
very important to them and that I will be connected with the next
available representative. If I'm paying for service from a company or
organization, I damned well feel I have the right to immediately
speak to someone about it. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it
is.
I try
very hard never to lie to people....though at times a small evasive
untruth is less complicated and frequently less hurtful than going
into a detailed explanation of the truth, and I don't want to be lied
to. For all my flaws and weaknesses, I am not stupid, and deeply
resent being treated as such, especially by people I don't know and
who see me as only a walking dollar sign.
I have
never understood why the concept of simplicity seems so very, very
complicated. What can be simpler or easier than the Golden Rule, for
example? Yet have you noticed not only how few people seem to
practice it, but how universally it is ignored by anyone with real or
assumed power?
Logic is
simple, and the lack thereof has kept me away from exactly the things
which draw others: organized religion, for example. I am a liberal
and a Democrat (they are not always or necessarily the same) largely
because I find their basic premises logical. It's all so very
simple. Why are there not more people like me....and, I would
certainly hope, you?
Dorien's
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1 comment:
You are truly a jigsaw puzzle wrapped in a conundrum, hidden in a Chinese box, written as a riddle and further wrapped in an enigma.
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