Last night there were 100,000 Vancouver Canucks hockey fans jammed into downtown Vancouver to watch the fifth game of the Stanley Cup finals. I was not one of them. I prefer to watch the games from the sanctity of my tree house.
In the past few years I have discovered something about myself: I love my solitude. For five days a week I work in a busy, noisy, vibrant office, where from hour to hour there is always some sort of a crisis. There is no such thing as prioritizing work, or planning the day, because of the constant barrage of emergencies and calamities. Hustle, bustle ... noise. When I get home at the end of the day, and lock the door behind me, I am completely refreshed by the airiness and freshness of the trees outside my window. I don't feel at all as if I am in the middle of a city of 2 million people.
At one time in my life, I thought just about the most dreadful thing that could possibly happen to me was to be alone. Oh, goodness, no. How awful was that to be alone...? But now I cherish my "alone time", so that I can also cherish the time I am with family and friends. I love socializing and enjoying the company of other people, especially knowing I can eventually go home to the blissful sounds of silence.
Is this a bad thing? Have I become a recluse? I hope not.
At times I am rather confused by human interaction. I believe that, during some conversations, there is an invisible scrambling device that exists somewhere between the "sender" and the "receiver". A completely innocuous statement or question will be picked up by this invisible scrambler and translated into something entirely different before it reaches the receiver's ears. A simple questions such as,
"Is it raining today, do I need my umbrella?" will travel through the scrambler and reach the receiver's ears as,
"Why on earth didn't you tell me it was going to rain, I don't have my umbrella with me!"
to which the receiver will respond,
"Are you blaming me because it's raining? How is it my fault it's raining? I have control over the weather? How on earth do I have any control over the weather!"
Folks hear what the scrambler has construed. I'm not very good at those sorts of exchanges, and I don't know how to de-escalate them.
"Oh, Gawd, that's not what I meant!"
Many times a day I see this same scenario occuring among people.
"Did you hear what he just said? What did he mean by that?"
The invisible scrambler is the greatest cause of miscommunication and animosity between two otherwise very nice, reasonable folks. So, increasingly I enjoy my own company. At least when I say something, I understand what I mean. I know I have no hidden agenda.
Today, "me, myself and I" are going to go for a long walk on the beach and enjoy our own company. Have a wonderful weekend, folks.