C Note(s)

I’m starting a new sub ‘blog, titled: Carpool Conversations with Charrina. Most days that we carpool into to work are mundane. Our conversations are run-of-the-mill what’s on the to-do list, etc. Every once in a while, at least in the past month, we can have some interesting convo. We were discussing the human condition, that people are crazy – both genders, all walks of life. WCP: “Aiight, Lamp. B**ches be cray.” ‘los [I refuse to refer to my moniker of Lamp]: “Correction. Everybody be crazy. Normal is only a setting a Whirlpool washing machine.” WCP: “I’m with that.” ‘los: “So we need a gamut, a range of cray.” WCP: She pauses, “Whatcha thinking?” ‘los: “On the Crazy-Hot Matrix it’s 2-10 but for our discussion purposes, let’s bookend it with 1-10 with 0 not being a possibility as we agreed everyone is crazy.” WCP: After a nod of acknowledgement, “Cool.” ‘los: “1 is your garden-variety, slightly zany, mostly dingy, fluffy bunny cupped in your hand crazy or cray

In this day and age of mistrust, is compassion conditional? And if you live long enough, you've known the pain and experience of trusting the wrong person which you were rewarded with betrayal and hurt. Kinda doesn't incentify you to show compassion and/or present an olive branch to the next person when called upon. Recently I had spirited conversation with a good, and dear friend of mine about compassion. I was pro-compassion without condition. My parents taught me, especially my mother, that if I don't have a good reason not to help someone who's asked for it, then your answer should be yes. Easier said than done, though, right? Damn, right! I still helped in my way, and richly rewarded with more than I imagined. But that's how compassion / Karma / whatever you sow you reap pays you back. I smiled and retort, but you don't help with the thought of what's-in-it-for-me. Or do you? Or is it how much am I risking to lose? Or how much my trust in the

It's been a minute since my last post - apologies for that. It's been an uncharacteristic month for me as well. I've been dished out more losses than wins, with my mountain-high level confidence been razed to a level of a soccer pitch. And yet? Yet - I keep digging. Why? Hope. That's right - hope. Hope for a brighter day, hope for another win with a grip of more hard work, hope that you're closer to your goal than when you started, and some much more. To me it's a fascinating portion of the human condition. I've observed in the absence of all else (seemingly insurmountable odds, lack of resources, for examples) but if you still have hope, then you can continue through the desperate of situations. I could rattle off a litany of situations from my perspective that was desperate but comparatively speaking they weren't that dire. Just seemed like it. And for now, too. Someone once told me the "grass is greener on the other side", and of cou