I’m going to talk about myself again. Just because I can. If
you don’t want to hear it, switch off now.
I was sitting in the sunshine today (we’re enjoying an
unusually warm spell of weather at the moment) and I thought about those questionnaires
that ask ‘If you had to describe your three most notable attributes, what would
they be?’ Simple. Quick as a flash.
Passionate
Intelligent
Sensitive
Well, that isn’t so bad, is it? Could be worse, right? Think
on. Attributes carry corollaries, and it occurred to me that:
Being passionate
sometimes finds an outlet in being quickly moved to anger, which can be useful
occasionally, but generally isn’t good.
Being intelligent
means being able to make connections, forecast the range of possibilities, see
the inherent dangers – and that often leads to unjustified fears.
And being sensitive
means being uncommonly prey to having one’s state of mind affected by the whims
and actions of others. Especially women (bless ’em.)
So maybe it isn’t so good after all. Maybe if I were dull, dumb and devoid of
feeling, I would have far fewer problems. Now there’s a lesson to carry
into the next life. Is it mere coincidence that I’m listening to a Chinese
woman singing as I write this?
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