The more I see, and hear, about people, the more I prefer the company of rabbits, birds, mushrooms...
I got up, this morning, and took my coffee out onto the back deck, which is covered, and full of tools.
Two woodpeckers, a junco, a fox sparrow and a wren skittered about, reminding me to feed them before I settled down for caffeine.
After experiencing that, in all its innocent glory, I staggered back inside and sat down to read the usual news, weather, blogs and forums I always read...
People, for the most part, lead lives so cut-off from nature, that all they see is the social, people-stuff, and not surprisingly, this is the stuff that they worry about. It's not enough that they get immensely troubled by this people-stuff, but on top of that comes the ongoing analysis of what, how and why.
I have discovered, by being older than I was, and ever eager to have as little to do with people-stuff (and people) as possible, that nearly all problems are solved by not engaging with people in the first place. Indeed, whenever I do encounter these strange beasts, all I see is neuroses, depression, and assorted degrees of craziness. Which, if I took them seriously, would inevitably infect me, too.
The things people worry about, is almost completely beyond me. It is laughable. But not funny. The net result of this worry is, as I so often observe, desperation, depression and a state of visible unbalance. People have a predisposition to disappear up their own asses, and this is easily achieved by allowing themselves to become crazy, and then to spend their remaining energies justifying why they have allowed themselves to become so.
And none of it counts for anything. It is all plain crazy.
It's gonna pour with rain again, soon, the wind may blow very hard, and a tree could fall on my house. Or even a meteor. There is a megathrust earthquake getting closer and closer, apparently, and I live uncomfortably close to reputedly active volcanoes. It's all a bit tenuous, really, and maybe I should go into a panic. But I simply can't be bothered with any of it. I am alive, now, and as healthy as anyone my age could expect to be, etc...
Sanity, and peace of mind, is maintained by giving no CPU cycles to the crap that others worry about.
Because it really is crap. All of it. So now you know.