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Old Man Thinking

I often wonder if I am an anomaly or just experiencing ordinary old man stuff. I think a lot, about a lot of different things. Sometimes my mind doesn’t seem to ever take a break. It is like a kaleidoscope, patterns and colors constantly changing. Maybe that’s why I blog, writing seems to at least change the scene. It is hard to discern what is normal. I’m pretty sure I’m not completely normal but whether I’m crazy is up for grabs.

I find some comfort in this quote: “Ignorance can be educated. Crazy can be medicated… But there is no cure for stupid.” There is hope. You can watch this video to get an idea what’s going on in my head.

By the way, here is a parable I’ve been thinking about.

A brother was restless in the community and often moved to anger. So he said: “I will go and live somewhere by myself. And since I shall be able to talk or listen to no one, I shall be tranquil, and my passionate anger will cease.” He went out and lived alone in a cave. But one day he filled his jug with water and put it on the ground. It happened suddenly to fall over. He filled it again, and again it fell. And this happened a third time. And in a rage he snatched up the jug and broke it. Returning to his right mind, he knew that the demon of anger had mocked him, and he said: “Here am I by myself, and he has beaten me. I will return to the community. Wherever you live, you need effort and patience and above all God’s help.” And he rose up, and went back. (parable via R Rohr)

The Sky is Falling

This old man thinks a lot about our fractured, polarized, angry and, in my opinion, deteriorating society. Beyond political arenas, there seems to be no segment of our society exempt from the consequences of an undefined human virus of epidemic proportions which is spreading unimpeded.

The preponderance of effort by all parties is directed at the destruction of an opposing position/narrative, no matter what the cost. A few informed and intelligent people strive to identify underlying causes, but their voices are akin to stewards on the sinking Titanic telling panicked passengers to “be calm, everything will be ok”.

I am confident the lens history will reveal what is Imperceptible today. Prospects of a “lessons learned” debrief brings little comfort. With decreasing optimism of having the opportunity for hindsight, I have chosen to identify weapons being employed in this battle to the death. Perhaps if we can understand the combatants’ weapons they can be disarmed and progress toward peaceful co-existence can begin. (Assuming no infringement on the 2nd Amendment, of course)

Most recently, it occurred to me “the sky is falling” is the weapon of choice for both sides. If you are unfamiliar with the story of Chicken Little, you can read it HERE.

“The sky is falling” is a euphemism for fear-mongering .

Fearmongering or scaremongering is the spreading of frightening and exaggerated rumors of an impending danger or the habit or tactic of purposely and needlessly arousing public fear about an issue. Fear-mongering – whether justified or not – can sometimes elicit a societal response called Chicken Little syndrome, described as “inferring catastrophic conclusions possibly resulting in paralysis”. It has also been defined as “a sense of despair or passivity which blocks the audience from actions”. The term began appearing in the 1950s and the phenomenon has been noted in many different societal contexts. (Wikipedia)

Although, fear-mongering, as defined, is reprehensible to any reasoned person, I find it amazingly ironic that utilization of “the sky is falling” is ubiquitous. Not particularly surprising In a culture that assumes people are effectively and efficiently motivated by fear. Leadership in families, churches, companies, government and organizations regularly, if not intuitively, resort to “the sky is falling”.

The subject is complicated by the reality, in some cases, “the sky is falling” is absolutely required. If there is a tornado, avalanche or similar imminent hreat, to not assert “the sky is falling” may well be criminal. On the other hand, to assert falsely “the sky is falling”, i.e., “fire” in a crowded theatre is criminal.

In my opinion, both sides are screaming “the sky is falling”, feeling justified by deeply held beliefs that the sky, is, in deed, falling. I hold little hope of compromise or conversion.

A few thoughts about choosing “the sky is falling”.

  • Even with a “clear and present danger” real risk of unintended collateral damage exists.
  • People who believe “the sky is falling” often suspend good judgement and common sense.
  • “the sky is falling” produces results
  • “the sky is falling” creates movement but it doesn’t change people.
  • Panicked groups cannot be controlled.

The pressing question for me is, how should I respond to “the sky is falling”? Chicken LittlE is helpful.

  • When encountering an unexplained and/or unanticipated threat (acorn), resist knee-jerk assumptions. Gather facts necessary to determine the magnitude of danger.
  • Seek reliable counsel for confirmation and appropriate action.
  • Only when confident of the reality and magnitude of threat, and, having clarity necessary for a response, should you alert others.
  • When fearful We are most vulnerable to seduction we would never consider otherwise.
  • Resist the temptation think the worst.

Doing some cursory research on “the sky is falling” i.e. Chicken Little story, I came across some interesting insights.

The moral to be drawn changes, depending on the version. Where there is a “happy ending”, the moral is not to be a “Chicken” but to have courage. In other versions where the birds are eaten by the fox, the fable is interpreted as a warning not to believe everything one is told.

A very early example containing the basic motif and many of the elements of the tale is some 25 centuries old and appears in the Buddhist scriptures.  the Buddha, upon hearing about some particular religious practices, comments that there is no special merit in them, but rather that they are “like the noise the hare heard.” He then tells the story of a hare disturbed by a falling fruit who believes that the earth is coming to an end. The hare starts a stampede among the other animals until a lion halts them, investigates the cause of the panic and restores calm. The fable teaches the necessity for deductive reasoning and subsequent investigation.

We need a lion.

Ommatrichophobia

Ommatrichophobia – Fear of Eyebrows 

Our time in Florida’s has been exceptionally pleasant; sunny and warm weather, connections with friends and neighbors, good food, outdoor concerts, farmers market, entertaining movies, antique show, and beach time.

One special aspect of our annual Florida visits is the opportunity for time together as a couple. Although being retired naturally provides more together time, Florida time is different and a nice change of pace. However, this year we have encountered a new and unusual challenge which is the subject of this post: Ommatrichophobia – Fear of Eyebrows .

Ann and I have been married for 57 years and you would think there isn’t much we don’t know about one another.,but I have recently come to realize Ann suffers from Ommatrichophobia – fear of eyebrows. Do not brush this aside, phobias are serious.

Fear generated by phobias can produce physiological changes in the body, accelerating the breathing rate, heart rate, leading to blushing and increasing muscle tension causing “goose bumps”, sweating, increased alertness leading to sleep disturbance and “butterflies in the stomach”. Concerning as they are, it gets complicated when you realize they also symptoms of sexual arousal.

Ann’s condition, probably one she has suffered from quietly for many years, is not unheard of. In recent years, UK basketball star Anthony Davis, in a brilliant marketing ploy, trademarked “fear the Brow” preying on ommatrichophobia.

So you are probably wondering what precipitated Ann’s current ommatrichophobia episode. As best I can discern, it started when I decided to exercise my inalienable right as an old man to pursue happiness. Happiness, in this case being defined as the freedom from culturally imposed conventions, namely neatly trimmed eyebrows There is no need to provide further justification for my decision, but I will any way.

Besides Anthony Davis, numerous Famous personalities have sported bushy eyebrows. My favorite is John L. Lewis. He was a notoriously tough union leader. I have wondered if someone had trimmed his eyebrows, would he have become powerless like Samson? Could he have ever bullied and intimidated without them? I think not.

How could anyone possibly imagine Andy Rooney being an effective curmudgeon without his signature eyebrows?

Beyond selfish reasons, there are some natural factors involved. As men get older it is very common to find their eyebrows have suddenly taken on a new lease of life and grown wild, bushy and out of control The change in eyebrows is due to hormonal changes. For many their levels of testosterone remain at a good level or even continue to increase up to the age of around 70 and this can encourage vigorous hair growth particularly in areas that were perhaps not as robust in younger years – areas such as the nose, ears and eyebrows. I’m not sure about testosterone levels but I can attest to some robustness.

I am not unsympathetic to Ann.In fact, I have researched treatment options and have decided to initiate some exposure therapy (Exposure therapy involves exposing the target patient to the anxiety source or its context without the intention to cause any danger. Doing so is thought to help them overcome their anxiety or distress.) in hopes of resolving her ommatrichophobia. Basically, that involves continued growth of my eyebrows and regular, intense eye contact with Ann. I anticipate when my eyebrows achieve the stature of this gentleman, she will be cured.

Of course your your thoughts and prayers for Ann’s healing are welcome.

Enjoy your week.

I AM WRONG

No surprise. 

That all too familiar realization, occurred again this week in conversation with my neighbor. Here’s the back story.

I walked next door to have conversation with our neighbors. They regularly sit on their lanai and I had not talked with them since our arrival. It was a good conversation. I was pleased to learn that Rick is a woodworker and turner. Even better, he turns segmented bowls. Finding common interest the conversation turned to the challenge creating segments for bowls. ( don’t want to get into the weeds here, so bear with me) 

I mentioned that as long as you cut segments at 30 degrees, 12 piece rings work well. He immediately corrected me, saying no, they are cut at 15 degrees. My response was quick. No, it’s 30 degrees. I did not argue, but his qualifications became suspect. Convinced I was correct, I redirect the conversation and we talked for a while longer.

(Fast forward two days )

I admitted (to myself) that I was wrong.

What happened in the intervening days is the subject of this post. I believe My experience revealed some dynamics that fuel disagreement, division, discord, even hatred and violence in our society and can possibly be helpful.

Here is what happened after our first conversation. Some of you may recognize my commitment to my rightness. Rick’s assertion that I was wrong triggered a relentless mental turmoil for me. I searched the internet for confirmation of my position. Finding none, I was mildly encouraged that I didn’t find absolute proof I was wrong.

I know it’s weird, but I awoke during the night. Laying in bed, I searched my memory for confirmation of my position, working through the logic that I used to reach my conclusion. Given the subject, my discomfort was beyond any reasonable measure. Although I harbored doubts, I remained steadfast that I was correct. My morning began with another search for confirming information.

Later in the  day while sitting on my lanai, another neighbor, Bill, stopped to visit. It seems that he had heard I am a wood turner and being one also, he wanted to meet me. We had a great conversation. He, too, makes segmented bowls.  Bill went to his place and brought some of his work for me to see. He is an outstanding wood turner. His segmented pieces are beautiful. My other neighbor, Rick, joined the conversation and eventually we got to cutting segments. Looking for support in my 30 degree position, I was sure Bill, being an expert, would confirm I was correct. When I mentioned cutting at 30 degrees, he looked at me with such a way that it was clear he didn’t agree. Joining with Rick, they proceeded, in a gentlemanly manner  to tell me I was  wrong. Wisely, I changed the subject. 

I believe the mental gymnastics I described, produced from those conversations, are not unlike most people’s reaction when told they are wrong.  I know a lot of people (including myself) that are adamant they are not mistaken in their rightness. Somehow our belief that we are right trumps the truth that we are fallible beings.

Here are some takeaways from those conversations:

  1. Do not under estimate the depth of resistance when told you are wrong. Some people may say they are open minded, but see what happens when they are told they are wrong.
  2. I was astounded by how much such a mundane issue dominated by thoughts. If that is true, how much more will consequential issues produce deep anxiety and potential for greater negative outcomes.
  3. Reflecting on my interactions with my neighbors, I realized that any future contact or conversations hinged on how I reacted to their declarations. To my credit, I did not tell them they were full of crap. For now, we are on good terms.
  4. As indicated earlier, I admit I was wrong, but that is not enough. If I do not tell them I was wrong, we may have an amicable relationship but we will never enjoy its full potential.
  5. This is the most difficult part of my experience. I was wrong. All the data and facts and evidence support that conclusion. I will confess my wrongness to my neighbors, BUT, In the depths of my soul, I have a voice that’s says, I am right. For that reason, I can begin to understand why people faced with incontrovertible evidence will harden their position instead of changing.
  6. The best default position, for me, to engage and have dialogue with those whom I disagree is: I AM WRONG. At least I won’t have to apologize all the time.

IF you are interested, here are a couple of earlier related posts: