Good grief. The week is over, so I am calling it charitably a draw. Clyde is foaming at the mouth because of my tardiness and unwillingness to allow him to vent on Tuesday. You have been warned. Grab a cuppa and snuggle into a rocker. Let’s talk.
I am thoroughly sick and tired of being AWOL. After two hours on the CrackBerry, incidentally exhibiting the stellar cell coverage, with Verizon, I have upgraded the safety net. Now, I am playing catch up in dribs and drabs attempting to get to everything which fell by the wayside. If I have not been there yet, I am on the way.
What else has me exhausted is the completion of my classroom for this year and the start of the ABA therapy for Little V and Man Cub. Oh,and the commuting 170 miles a week (in one day) to the study. My truck is looking for a pinch hitter. I prescribe more pool therapy, an oil change and an extra pedicure.
Books and the Rest
Flashes from the Bistro has a cover you will never forget. *giggles* For now, all I am going to tell you is the image is a twisted as the contents!
…NotDone is out. I was on the beta team for it. If you like dystopian fiction, Paul Dorset delivers a great story.
My inbox runneth over. Much like the overworked spam filters, it has been a bit neglected of late. If you are in there and I do not know it, I will soon. I am down to just under 700 messages to go.
Right Turn, Clyde!
Seeing as Clyde refused to wait until Saturday, as promised on Tuesday, you should not be surprised in the slightest he has more to say. No, not more spam. What is in his craw? Faith. No, no. Not that holy roller, Kumbaya shtick. (See prohibition to religion.)
The faith of which Clyde wonders is what we typically refer to as goodwill. When I read him the first definition, he just stared. It did not clear up much to his orangutan mind.
a kindly feeling of approval and support : benevolent interest or concern”
Benevolent interest. From a plethora of examples, we can clearly see this is a one-way street. The do-gooder is looking after the interest of the needy. The carer is checking after the invalid. The elder is tending the not-so-mature (adult) child. The donor offers money to the charity. The manager procures all necessary supplies to keep the subordinates safely productive. An organization raises awareness of threats. A fraternal order helps financially support a surviving spouse of a member. Ad nauseum.
Have you ever heard?
Sure you have… when someone neglected to find out what you (needed, wanted, could handle). What about all those people in the examples? They are different because they are genuinely being benevolent. Aren’t they?
Can you pay for benevolence? By definition, no because benevolence is a gift. If you buy it, it is not a gift. If you can buy it, it is a service. Ergo, you are a customer who has a reasonable expectation to get that for which you have paid in a satisfactory and timely manner.
Truly altruistic people genuinely care about others. The things they do have no recompense, no salary, no accolades. They do them all the time, even after (and while) being denigrated by others. Moreover, they do them without personifying an air of superiority over the ones whom they help; the people they help are not less than, merely in need of help because of a different set of circumstances.
As a society we have stigmatized help. Those who ask for help are lazy, incorrigible or taking advantage. Those who help are deserved of laurel wreaths. The inconsistency is palpable. If those who ask are unsatisfactory, those who help are enabling continued bad behavior, which is not altruistic at all.
We look at incapability as a choice, or worse as an affliction.
If we were all capable of going it alone and entirely without help, we would have no need for society at all.
It is enough to make an ape wonder.
Until next time,
Which is more prevalent: our condescension to the helpers or the helped?
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