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A Plethora of Small Annoyances

A Plethora of Small Annoyances

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One more straw to break the Camel's back ...
One more straw to break the Camel's back ...

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Published by: Bill AKA "Kenosis23" on Nov 13, 2009
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This was originally written for my Blog, which originally had the same title as this essay. I have made some corrections, but otherwise this is where I was when it was written. It is not the large things that destroy us, but the small. When a major crisis happens we usually pull it together, go into some extreme crisis mode and get through it. Others, seeing this big crisis, pitch in were they can, without question or having to be asked. But what of those times when we are repeatedly hit by a series of small annoyances, one after another, each one taking a little of our precious energy to cope, until one day we wake up empty. That last little annoyance becomes the proverbial “straw that broke the camel's back.” So there we are, some small little thing, some minor annoyance, has left us with any way of coping with the simplest of tasks in our daily life. It is possible to climb out of this, but it is a slow process and the same helpful friends that were the solid ground we depended on during the major crisis don't understand because they weren't there for the daily water torture of small annoyances. Now it is a truth that we do not like looking at things that we don't understand, they make us uncomfortable, and like all things that make us uncomfortable, we tend to avert our eyes as if what we don't see isn't happening, it isn't real. What this means is that your friends, your rocks, suddenly become conspicuous by their absence. Of course, they don't mean anything personal, they still care, but they think “can't you just get up, dust yourself off and get back into the saddle.” In their eyes you have become a negative, pulling them down and who really wants that? And, so you find yourself spending too much time alone trying, usually unsuccessfully, to stave off the anxiety of mere existence. This is when the sense of alienation sets in, the sense that no matter how many people you surround yourself with, you are still essentially alone, and that you find yourself more comfortable in crowds of unknown people. You try to convince yourself that it is better to survey the vistas confined between the four walls of your own mind, then it is to look into eyes of confusion and incomprehension, deep inside you know that you wait for someone, your hearts desire, to stop by for leisurely coffee and inconsequential talk – an unconditional gift of presence. It is not the large things that start us upon the path on perdition on Earth, but the small. © Bill Reed (July 17, 2009)

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