curmudgeon? Me?

Yeah. Maybe.

It is where I go when I become cynical and resigned. I think I've been sliding down that pole for awhile again.

I was thinking this morning about the nature of conversations. There are a few standard ones in every culture, subculture, group and family. They are the conversations that are predictable and descriptive. Everyone can recite them. After awhile, I start believing that there are no other conversations to be had. That everyone else is living in those standard conversations.

I start making it mean that no one understands me or is like me. That my stand for love and compassion in the world is a losing game. I am not a martyr and I don't want to play one on TV.

The standard conversations? They define such things as love, sex, sexuality, work, entertainment, friendships, success and failure.

I am not aligned with any of the standard conversations. Problem is, I'm not hearing substitute conversations. I know they are happening all around me, but I have lost my listening for them.

Thanks, Scix. I have found a new root cynical conversation. I just wish they wouldn't come to visit so damn often. :)