I’m the first to say something smells and the last to shut up about it. It’s a talent I suppose. Oftentimes it annoys those in my presence though. They don’t seem to notice until I bring it up. They’re happy to go about their business not noticing nasty things, go figure.
From smells to improper procedures to inefficiencies to logical inconsistencies to possible pitfalls, I spot them. The world as I perceive it, is a stinky, flawed, mismanaged, and dangerous place. So it’s odd to witness people having the opposite perspective on life, “Don’t they see how horrible everything is?!”
It’s like we live in two different words. But I’ve also witnessed people sharing my perspective, and I think, “What a miserably pessimistic person”. To view from the outside, it’s such an unrealistically grim outlook — and how unpleasant it must be to see the world so wickedly.
I can’t not notice these things, they’re glaring. I’ve realized though, that just because something’s noticed, doesn’t mean I have to dwell on it. If I perceive something as broken or unpleasant, I don’t have to keep thinking about it, I can attempt to change my focus.
While I assume such powers of perception are a useful talent when properly applied, they can cause one to see life as frustratingly flawed and futile. So thoughts must be monitored and refocused, and an attitude of acceptance must be maintained.
Life is not nasty, particular thoughts are. And these thoughts, inspired by a penchant for the repugnant, need only be pruned. If they infest moods, bringing anxiety or discomfort, then they prove themselves unworthy of attention.