Worst case scenarios

Fear of unknown things isn't rational because we are emotional beings above all else. Thus we will develop a fear of flying or visiting the dentist based on preconceived ideas about how things will turn out and not on reality based thinking. 

It doesn't matter how statistically safe flying is; we will instead drive even if the chance of dying in a car crash is higher. 

Most of us live our lives imagining worse case scenarios that don't happen and would benefit from being braver. At the end of their lifespan most of us regret what we didn't do instead of what we did. 

This is true for the overwhelming majority of us. 

No, don't jump out of an airplane without a parachute but from where I sit now, i can tell you that the vast majority of my worst case scenarios have been completely dispelled.

Choice

Since the dawn of civilization, in every era and society, there have always been people who dance to the beat of their own drum. 

Through a combination of predisposition and ability to parse influences around them, they found a way to escape convention and embrace an authenticity that risked them being ostracized by others. 

We are now at a junction of human history where it has never been as possible to reject conventional wisdom and escape its claws. Interestingly this has led many people into more questioning than answers. 

When we provide more choice we add an element of uncertainty. It is like going from 4 channels on an old TV in the 70's to surfing incessantly on Netflix and finally giving up in exasperation after landing on nothing. 

Gender variant people, whether dysphoric or not, have also never had more choice but the increasing questioning regarding the myriad of options, has filled the comment sections of videos dealing with the subject. 

Of course no one can tell us what to do but the human animal seeks both certainty and communion with others. Thus people who are less inclined to be mavericks, will be looking for clear guidance in an area that sorely lacks it. 

In other words people want a definition which then gives them a path forward and a community that accepts them. 

Not long after that, within those groupings, will follow the invariable policing and comparisons. 

Why? Because we are human and, for that, there definitely is no cure.

Value

In life we will settle for what we think we deserve because our life schema has been built taking into consideration our perceived deficiencies which could even include our very natures. 

This is often how co-dependent couples are made where each partner nurses the wounds of the other. For example, the compulsive caretaker looks after the more hapless and needy spouse and gets a kind of warped and stress-laden control as reward. 

It's not healthy but for many people it works. 

However, once our self esteem is raised this arrangement appears completely dysfunctional to us. We realize we had been playing into a formula that fed into a shared neurosis which didn't permit healthy respiration between two people. 

Taken to an extreme it could become a kind of perverse Munchausen Syndrome. 

Attaining a healthy psychology implies understanding our full value as individuals while acknowledging what we still need to improve. Our self appraisal becomes less "l am so lucky to be where I am" stated without proper reflection and more "I know my value and will protect my dignity and self-respect while trying to be kind" 

This is not having an inflated head but instead trying to be as objective as possible about ourselves.

Healing

As we become older, people will irritate us more because we have figured out how many of them function. 

Thus we aren't afraid of them or concerned with their opinions but then we may still harbour frustrations about how much sway they once had in our lives. 

'What will people think" becomes passe unless it is reserved for the right people. 

I visited my neighbour Monika last night who is recovering from stroke and we talked about this. At 69 she realizes how much wasted energy was spent worrying and focused towards parts of life that pale in comparison to the health she once had.

I tell her to not give up and live in the moment while finding the people with hearts of gold that are everywhere to be found. 

She sees the situation in the world and wishes things were better but acknowledged she needs to surround herself with a support that returns to her a faith in society. 

She tells me her father was a mean drunk who belittled her and that inner child is still healing. As the oldest she bore the brunt of his alcoholic binges. 

No doubt he needed healing as well and told her so just before his death at age 69 from cancer.

The real work begins

In what was ultimately a referendum on the Trump economy, Americans turned out in droves to repudiate it. Even people who still thought other countries pay US tariffs couldn't get past the reality of sticker shock at the pumps and at the grocery store. 

Trumpism is effectively over even if the people who were drawn to its cruelty and united by their common stupidity aren't going anywhere. They will exist forever so long as people populate this planet. 

Billy going to school and coming back Sally was the lowest issue according to Americans despite it being constantly used as a campaign staple by a MAGA movement devoid of ideas. 

It turns out that propaganda doesn't pay the bills in an economy that sees an increasing number of people outfit their cars as primary living quarters. 

What remains now is to see whether Democrats learn a lesson and turn away from corporatist centrism which has seen the party soul hollowed out. 

Fingers crossed but for now, well done!

"A massive piece of pool"

Trump chose to hold a last press conference before the midterms in front of a Washington mall reflecting pool which could very well become emblematic of both his disastrous tenures as president. 

Even Jimmy Kimmel's writers had a field day by saying that maybe he could win "the massive piece of pool prize" in reference to another of Trump's frequent and deeply idiotic brain misfires. I chuckled out loud to myself upon hearing it.

Twice electing a 34 count convicted felon, insurrectionist and malevolent buffoon will assuredly turn out to be one the biggest blunders in US history. 

The only potential saving grace could end up being the jolt to the country's nervous system which finally sees them address campaign finance reform, taxation law, public education, climate change and, dare I hope, even gun laws. 

Some of Trumpism's biggest cheerleaders are in red states with the lowest scholastic test scores in the country which explains why the population is so susceptible to being bamboozled and then fleeced. 

Tonight Americans get a chance at some tide reversal even as Trump still remains at the helm. If there aren't steps taken afterwards for reparations of injustices the entire regretful episode will have been for naught in serving as lesson. 

Racism has also been way up over the last 10 years because it was given oxygen under a toxic regime looking for cultural distraction and division. 

Tonight could be one small step forward in the right direction. Let's see.

Thorn

In the early days of my old blog (around 2012), "A Quiet Voice" was a thorn in my side and I was in hers. 

As a woman of transsexual experience, my digging into gender variance and transsexualism in particular with what were perhaps the wrong questions was irritating her. She likely mistook my approach as an affront to her identity which of course it wasn't. Needless to say, we clashed.

However her challenging me turned out to be prophetic in its helpfulness because she ended up clearing up some misconceptions I might have had at the time. 

About two weeks ago I emailed her to ask how she was and to tell her that her acting as a foil was instrumental in helping me come to a clearer picture of the subject. 

Thus at turns out, she and Jack Molay both ended up playing pivotal roles in quite different ways. 

After about a week and a half, she finally came back with "wow a blast from the past! How are you?" 

A blast from the past indeed and she says she is doing well.

I'm very glad.

Steak

I was recently watching Bob Odenkirk being interviewed and what stayed with me was his depth of character as a person. 

We are only a month apart in age and he holds views I agree with. He has lived long enough to know that life is messy and unpredictable and can sometimes be bleak. It can also at times be achingly beautiful. 

Judging from his responses, this is clearly not someone who lives with his head in the clouds and is far from a vapid Hollywood archetype. His start as a comedy sketch writer no doubt makes a difference.

Most of us don't live with our mortality as a front and center consideration. Instead, distraction is often a way to put away the idea that we are finite at least here on terra firma. 

However, if we thought more about it we might live and prioritize differently. 

At one point Odenkirk is asked about being a millionaire and he responds that it's nice to have a little more security and options but then adds:

"Sure you can have steak every night if you want, but then after a while you get tired of steak"

Touche.

Crickets

Studies have shown that when we ask people to defend their deeply held beliefs on an issue, they will rattle off a series of reasons. When we then ask them to explain how those reasons influence outcome, suddenly their whole argument falls apart for lack of understanding. 

This is because reasons are cheap but critical thought requires effort. 

Many people operate through having desired outcome be defended via fabricated reasoning. In other words, the conclusion comes first and the fabricated explanations come second. 

"Why do you support Brexit?" 

"Because I don't want Britain falling prey to Muslim Sharia Law" 

"What is Sharia Law and by what mechanism would this happen?" 

Crickets. 

The interesting thing is that most of us can fall prey to thinking everyone else suffers from this issue but we are the exception. It is the reason our own thinking on any issue should be examined closely. 

When I was training young engineers I would tell them that if they could arrive at the same answer from two or more directions then they were probably on to something.

It's pretty much mandatory.

Calm within the storm

I work on my patience for the public a little bit every day because otherwise I will always be annoyed with someone for one reason or another. I remind myself to be kind.

A retired colleague called me yesterday and we talked about this very issue of seeing things disintegrate around us. 

"Do I call you Joanna now?" 

"If you wouldn't mind otherwise use a J initial" I respond in a jovial tone. He couldn't care less whether I am transgender or not but is sufficiently intrigued to ask some questions including the voice register change.

We're both in our sixties and have seen much over our careers. What I always liked about him was his maverick approach which got him into trouble with management for mostly the right reasons. A capable mechanical engineer who ran on his own proverbial treadmill is how I would describe him. 

The world is the same but also different in that it sped up to a frantic pace which encouraged chaos and incompetence in our former business. 

He was very despondent to hear about the scuba diving accident which led to the death of our other common colleague 

My recent coffee with Beatrice (another former colleague) all but confirmed that the shoddy work is here to stay. Never mind the training, just get another warm body in there and hope for the best.

She says she tries to stay calm within the storm.

Happy Halloween to those who celebrate it in some form :)

Like water between the fingers

Love, like happiness, is one of the most complex and difficult to grasp concepts in the universe. 

It is fed through things like altruism, faith, compromise and empathy but undone by envy, lust and anger. It is underpinned by a strong current of predetermined biology which is what can make a parent love a child so unconditionally from the outset. 

It will also break your heart like nothing else can to the point of appetite and sleep loss; a despair which has even driven some to self harm. 

I had forgotten the 2009 film "A Single Man" which I saw in theaters with someone I was then fairly sure I would end up with long term. It is about a closeted gay professor in the 1950's who loses the love of his life but cannot cope with the sorrow. 

He contemplates how to do himself in as he interacts with others with their own tiny bits of insight as he grapples with despair. 

The truth is that there is no bottling a predictable formula for this idea though poets, novelists, playwrights and film makers have tried to. It is fleeting and cagey and defies being easily nailed down. 

Just when you think you have it, it escapes through your fingers and are then left to lick wounds you are certain will never heal. 

I told a young woman I know who recently had a breakup that it hurts a tiny bit less each day until one day you almost don't remember why it hurt so much to begin with.