I know there are more charitable ways to live… beyond donating my bag refund at Whole Foods.
today the heart shut down. again. general irritation with everyone at work, except for S who is genuinely nice to me. I don’t know what she is doing there… her kindness glistens above the wreckage of the academic bureaucratic wasteland. Where part-time workers and adjuncts vie for survival, vie against each other, vie for approval, vie for promotion that may be granted to 1 who manages to captivate the right person at the right time, and who most definitely is not me. Usually someone perkier and maybe more pristine
i try not to let it intrude upon my consciousness, but here i must admit to a vulnerability and weakness… and the self recrimination that follows.
and the absence of kindness within and without me is rather wearying.
a life of hoping someone will be nice to me may not get me very far.
wearying enough to make me ponder other modes being open to the world beyond my grocery bag refunds… i don’t even pay attention to them any more. it’s not even fake compassion. it’s simply disconnection