Our unique talent for "defining things" has been
more important to the survival and growth of the human race than opposable
thumbs.
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Hey! That
fuzzy round thing floating around my mouth that makes me belly feel better is a
"bottle" (otherwise known as a "ba-wa").
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That thing on the tree branch under which my
friend is about to walk is a "saber tooth tiger" (otherwise known as
an "Ug ug ug!")
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That thing promising to watch out for my best
interests is a "politician" (otherwise known as a
"self-righteous greedy bastard")
Our ability to define who we think we are is essential for
introducing ourselves to each other.
"Hi. I'm an overweight,
balding, retired writer, photographer, and harried grandfather."
Defining where I end and where you begin is one of the most
exciting parts of falling in love.
However, it can also become problematic in marriage.
Defining things can become very complex and addictive for
people who enjoy thinking.
The biggest problem with defining things is when we hold on
to our precious definitions even when confronted with conflicting reality. I was once a marathon runner. Fortunately, I recognize that I am no longer
a marathon runner. (At least not with
more work than I'm willing to put into it).
I used to think I was Ernest Hemingway but my best writing
was never done when I was pretending to be Ernest Hemingway. Come to think of it, Ernest Hemingway's best
work was never done when he was pretending to be Ernest Hemingway.
I would probably like both Obama and Romney much more if we
were all just walking our dogs in the woods.
But the Presidential stakes are so high that they have legions of
advisors coaching them on how to define themselves as who they are suppose to
be.
I'm not sure where I was going with all of this.
I think, at the moment (4:30 a.m.), I am holding on too hard
to my self-definition as a very clever, humorous, blog-writer. But the reality is that a better definition of
myself right now (4:35 a.m.) is someone who is really, really tired and should
go back to bed and get a few more hours of sleep before the grandchildren wake
up.
This touches nicely on one of my favourite subjects - the difference between self-perception and how others perceive us.
ReplyDeleteHope you got a bit more sleep. I know I am not getting enough these days, but that is entirely my own fault - no grandchildren or big projects such as moving house to blame :-)