Drop Guard

A recent epiphany: ultimate and/or lifelong goal for my time in this world.

That pursuit: consistently exuding such an air of acceptance and tolerance that in all interpersonal interactions, no matter how great or how small, each individual person I spend time with can feel totally & completely safe to express their true self without restraint or fear of judgment [ironic caveat: I will not be tolerant of prejudice, bigotry, hate, or any other form of intolerance. boom.].

I’m most comfortable when you’re most comfortable.  Don’t know that I’ll ever be a high-powered business exec (nor serial dater) — I’m not a power player of social chess.  The way I prefer to approach interacting with people has and will ostracize me in certain aspects of my life.  I’m okay with this.

I’d rather have one meaningful connection that lasts a million minutes, than a million pointless conversations that last one minute.

Not that the latter is without value.  Perhaps, as ever and always, there is a balance.  For example, if you first had one million one-minute conversations (consecutively? bear with me as I pull this hypothetical out of thin air), taken as a whole the exercise might seem arbitrary and useless.  But I’d bet after tens of thousands of those, you’d become extremely adept at inferring a great deal about a person in 60 seconds of shared speech with them.  By the time you reach hundreds of thousands, you might have graduated to a Grand Communication Wizard.

What if you then (after a mighty lengthy interlude) had a single dialogue that lasted a million minutes (nearly two years, FYI)? You would have such a library of outsider perspectives to draw thought from, having just run through 1,000,000 of them.  And you would probably be better-spoken and much sharper overall than if you had not.

Whichever way it went, I’d want all million and one to be as real as they wanted.  This personal self-aspiration probably lives somewhere in the intersection of Mister Rogers and Buddha, with maybe a sliver of John Belushi’s comedic timing (laughter is a crucial component for reaching peak comfort levels).

So there you have it.  I have no idea what any of this means other than I feel most fulfilled when others are able to be themselves.  Let’s see what happens!



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