This is G o o g l e's cache of http://csf.colorado.edu/mail/pfvs/2000/msg02456.html as retrieved on 30 Nov 2003 06:18:25 GMT.
G o o g l e's cache is the snapshot that we took of the page as we crawled the web.
The page may have changed since that time. Click here for the current page without highlighting.
This cached page may reference images which are no longer available. Click here for the cached text only. To link to or bookmark this page, use the following url: http://www.google.com/search?q=cache:7OyYyKcZWMoJ:csf.colorado.edu/mail/pfvs/2000/msg02456.html++%22David+MacClement%22+site:csf.colorado.edu&hl=en
Google is not affiliated with the authors of this page nor responsible for its content. |
| These search terms have been highlighted: | david | macclement |
|
|
Re: [pf] (1) gifts: bad?
< < <
Date > > >
|
< < <
Thread > > >
Re: [pf] (1) gifts: bad?
by tully
05 January 2000 02:48 UTC
At 11:24 AM 1/4/00 -0800, David MacClement wrote:
>** Over the last ~5 years, I have become anti-gifts.
I've found that I haven't completed my excursion away from Madison Avenue's
influence. Because this year's Christmas had us sending Walt the money
that would have gone to adult gift-buying in the family, the tree did not
have its usual pile beneath it before going to Maryland nor upon our
return. I was surprised at my own reaction. Intellectually I knew that it
was a good thing not to shop for alot of things, waste alot of wrapping
paper, deal with things I or my recipient don't really don't need, etc.,
but I was well aware that feelings were surfacing that weren't nearly as
appreciative of the situation. I've been wondering if its just memories of
childish delight of anticipation, or perhaps even feelings of deprivation
that actually produced a strong negative emotional response against all
those positive thought processes.
I cheated badly this year, and gave all the kids money (including my own),
and in fact, didn't even get to the bank until I was in Maryland. Yeah,
I'm putting in far too many hours at work, but a nasty little feeling tells
me I'm making excuses. As much as I hate to shop during the rest of the
year, I know there is something about Christmas that makes shopping
different. I didn't get into the spirit of Christmas hardly at all this
year, nearly missed it entirely. Nothing in the house would have been
Christmasy, if Eric hadn't decorated the tree for us while I was sound
asleep, if he hadn't played Christmas CDs instead of rock and roll. I've
tried to tell myself that those feelings are only residuals of decades
worth of brainwashing to Madison Ave.'s expectations, and that it only
shows how powerful that brainwashing is, but my heart doesn't seem to be
buying it too well. I can only be surprised at myself at this point.
>** Then I connected this with my other budding awareness, that quite a lot
>of what one person does for others is in the nature of a gift, such as
>washing the dishes, making the meals, being quiet when they've got a
>headache or want to sleep, being willing to listen immediately when
>talked-to (rather than only with a corner of your attention), etc.
Indeed these are gifts, and are so often taken for granted. We seem to
have such a highly developed capacity to determine and proclaim our
dissatisfactions, yet be barely able to conceive of gratitude or
gratefulness for anything. It is said that happiness has nothing to do
with getting what you want, and everything to do with wanting what you have.
>while I appreciate the cooked meal, the extra value over my
>easily-made sandwiches is insufficient to be worth wasting time doing
>something I dislike; my sandwiches require no washing up.
I understand all too well what you mean here. My appreciation of food is
so minimal that I am happier to just put some water on to boil and eat some
instant grits with butter than to deal with anything better. But again,
emotionally I know I am letting my head rule over my heart and am depriving
myself of the emotional/soul satisfactions that the preparation and eating
of good food can be. I'm pretty much a failure in a kitchen, which makes
it easier for my head to rule on that count. But on New Year's Day, when
Eric cooked me some of my favorite food, scrambled eggs and whole wheat
toast with butter, I became aware of pleasures far beyond simple tastiness.
>I'd much prefer
>to sit in a deckchair watching the sun set, and I don't get a charge out of
>talking to friends.
I trust you'll forgive my rudeness when I say that I don't buy this for one
minute, David. I recognize a kindred soul when I experience one and you
can't tell me that if you and I were sitting face to face on that deck that
we couldn't talk delightedly for days on end. I mean, puleeeze. ;)
>** To get back to the point.
> I would guess that 75% to 90% of what people buy is not explicitly
>needed or even requested, and if it wasn't bought, the "lack" would not be
>noticed. I suspect that a lot of what people /do/ is similarly not actually
>necessary, on the same criterion.
>
>** Unnecessary, and therefore a waste.
I also recognize a fault you and I both share. We let our heads rule
us. We analyze too much. We forget that there is a heart, with feelings
that can be as much an experience as our thoughts. We both must start
recognizing what those feelings are telling us, David. Our minds are ego
and not real. Our hearts are the only things that are real. Feelings are
real. Feelings interpreted by mind are badly corrupted. I challenge you
as I am challenging myself. Shut off the head and start listening to the
heart. We are both uneducated and ignorant in this realm. You could start
by trying to answer what it is about that sunset you are watching above
that makes you appreciate it. Admit it, it's more than just the colors,
isn't it? ;}
With love to a kindred soul and friend,
tully
_____________________________________________________________
Get your favorite topic delivered daily.
http://www.topica.com/t/11
< < <
Date > > >
|
< < <
Thread > > >
|
Home