“The things people say of a man do not alter a man. He is what he is. Public opinion is of no value whatsoever. Even if people employ actual violence, they are not to be violent in turn. That would be to fall to the same low level. After all, even in prison, a man can be quite free. His soul can be free. His personality can be untroubled. He can be at peace. And, above all things, they are not to interfere with other people or judge them in any way. Personality is a very mysterious thing. A man cannot always be estimated by what he does. He may keep the law, and yet be worthless. He may break the law, and yet be fine. He may be bad, without ever doing anything bad. He may commit a sin against society, and yet realize through that sin his true perfection.” ~ Oscar Wilde
“What we thought of as personality was no more than the passing shape of one of the waves in front of me.” ~ Richard K. Morgan
Monday, Monday. Good coffee, good cat. I must admit I am feeling overwhelmed with the insanity (carefully chosen word) from the daily news. But it is a workday and I cannot must not let the events in the Bizarro World detract from my public service experience. Sigh. It’s what I do. I’m a cashier, but I also see the job as entertainment – not for me, for others – though I admit to being entertained frequently at work. If you work in retail and can’t laugh about it you are likely in for a world of shit. Laugh, out of humor or irony, but laugh. That’s my message for the day. At the moment it is time for me to haul the trash bin out to the road. It’s a Monday morning thing I do, and I have no compunction about using it as a metaphor. After the weekend take out the trash. That sort of thing. Thoughtful, right?
All is well. Goof gloriously.