My earliest memory is from about age 2, being beaten by my dad. So that's from when I have been "not alright" and "not okay." We did talk about it before he passed away and I did forgive him, but that pain is deeply embedded in who I had to become to get through a childhood of violence at home, at school, in the neighbourhood, and everywhere else.
There was a man named Richard Feynman. You may have heard of him because he confronted the evil nasty filthy wayward scum at NASA and the idiots they engaged to try to cover up their egregious flawed and terrible behaviours that led to the Challenger catastrophe. He wrote the "minority report" for the Challenger commission. And they didn't pay any attention, they fixed nothing, they ignored everything, and they killed seven more astronauts with Columbia because they are hateful and evil, and you cannot ever convince me otherwise because I worked with far too many of these ejaculation wipes during my time in aerospace. But he, Richard Feynman, also wrote some good books all of which you should read. His book "What Do You Care What Other People Think" is about his first wife, and it is really his most important work. Physicists may feel that denigrates his contributions to physics and mathematicians his contributions to maths, and idgaf
In this book he talks about how he was a very bright man in his early twenties with an amazing future ahead of him when he met the woman he loved beyond any comprehension. And she loved him. And she had tuberculosis which, at the time, was incurable, and led to a wasting and an early death. So her parents tried to talk her out of marrying him, and his tried talking him out of marrying her, and he told them all to go pound sand in his extremely cultured way. Then he went to be at her bedside during one of her difficult episodes and she tried to talk him out of marrying her. So he asked her why she was saying these things and she admitted that she had been told to persuade him not marry her because he would otherwise have a brilliant future and career and deserved someone better than her. And he told her how much he loved her and asked her not to believe the things other people were saying. Especially about what they thought of her, or of him, or of their love for one another. What do you care what other people think? He asked her. It's a really good question.
Later in life as I began to reflect on that question, I realised that I don't actually know *if* other people think. I know they react, because they don't have any decency or courtesy and they tell me all about how they react. But you know what? Knee jerk reactions and other reflexive behaviour are no signs of thoughtfulness. And I really really really didn't care what you thought to begin with, because you are not anyone who matters to me if you aren't here to support me doing what I really love, or being with whom I really love. And if you think your thoughts matter more to me than love, you really are a shallow, vain, and tedious person. So please be aware that I won't be bothered to tell you exactly what I think about you, because as soon as I see those things about you: I will forget that you exist. In order to survive, I have become really good at forgetting.
I’ve become the same way over time, and for similar reasons.
I refuse to care what anyone else thinks because it only serves to throw me off my path if I disregard my own intuition, my own compass.
And then I am the one who has to pay the consequences for that.
I know immediately who does and does not deserve a seat at my table and I will stick to that unflinchingly.
When I deviate from that inner knowledge, I allow the wrong people to have too much access to me.
And the second I realize it, I will cut them off so fast their heads spin.
I have no obligation to allow that energy into my sphere or to continue to allow it to fester there once I have discovered it and I know it’s time to clean house.
And so I simply don’t.
It’s great to have you around, Jim. Thank you. And that book sounds fantastic. 🙏🏻💜💫
Get in touch with your intuition strongly before that ever happens, and if - god forbid - it ever does, your intuition will surprise you by being so tuned in within the moments when you need it that you won't even have to question that. Your instincts will just light up and you will know.
A few thoughts inspired by today's meme drop:
My earliest memory is from about age 2, being beaten by my dad. So that's from when I have been "not alright" and "not okay." We did talk about it before he passed away and I did forgive him, but that pain is deeply embedded in who I had to become to get through a childhood of violence at home, at school, in the neighbourhood, and everywhere else.
There was a man named Richard Feynman. You may have heard of him because he confronted the evil nasty filthy wayward scum at NASA and the idiots they engaged to try to cover up their egregious flawed and terrible behaviours that led to the Challenger catastrophe. He wrote the "minority report" for the Challenger commission. And they didn't pay any attention, they fixed nothing, they ignored everything, and they killed seven more astronauts with Columbia because they are hateful and evil, and you cannot ever convince me otherwise because I worked with far too many of these ejaculation wipes during my time in aerospace. But he, Richard Feynman, also wrote some good books all of which you should read. His book "What Do You Care What Other People Think" is about his first wife, and it is really his most important work. Physicists may feel that denigrates his contributions to physics and mathematicians his contributions to maths, and idgaf
In this book he talks about how he was a very bright man in his early twenties with an amazing future ahead of him when he met the woman he loved beyond any comprehension. And she loved him. And she had tuberculosis which, at the time, was incurable, and led to a wasting and an early death. So her parents tried to talk her out of marrying him, and his tried talking him out of marrying her, and he told them all to go pound sand in his extremely cultured way. Then he went to be at her bedside during one of her difficult episodes and she tried to talk him out of marrying her. So he asked her why she was saying these things and she admitted that she had been told to persuade him not marry her because he would otherwise have a brilliant future and career and deserved someone better than her. And he told her how much he loved her and asked her not to believe the things other people were saying. Especially about what they thought of her, or of him, or of their love for one another. What do you care what other people think? He asked her. It's a really good question.
Later in life as I began to reflect on that question, I realised that I don't actually know *if* other people think. I know they react, because they don't have any decency or courtesy and they tell me all about how they react. But you know what? Knee jerk reactions and other reflexive behaviour are no signs of thoughtfulness. And I really really really didn't care what you thought to begin with, because you are not anyone who matters to me if you aren't here to support me doing what I really love, or being with whom I really love. And if you think your thoughts matter more to me than love, you really are a shallow, vain, and tedious person. So please be aware that I won't be bothered to tell you exactly what I think about you, because as soon as I see those things about you: I will forget that you exist. In order to survive, I have become really good at forgetting.
I’ve become the same way over time, and for similar reasons.
I refuse to care what anyone else thinks because it only serves to throw me off my path if I disregard my own intuition, my own compass.
And then I am the one who has to pay the consequences for that.
I know immediately who does and does not deserve a seat at my table and I will stick to that unflinchingly.
When I deviate from that inner knowledge, I allow the wrong people to have too much access to me.
And the second I realize it, I will cut them off so fast their heads spin.
I have no obligation to allow that energy into my sphere or to continue to allow it to fester there once I have discovered it and I know it’s time to clean house.
And so I simply don’t.
It’s great to have you around, Jim. Thank you. And that book sounds fantastic. 🙏🏻💜💫
Get in touch with your intuition strongly before that ever happens, and if - god forbid - it ever does, your intuition will surprise you by being so tuned in within the moments when you need it that you won't even have to question that. Your instincts will just light up and you will know.
Aww! Sending my love!!!