ZEN-DEN POLITELY EXPLAINED TO ME that I needed to re-frame my irritation. That I had to let my mind embrace a new way of thinking about some of the little daily irritations that bug the snot out of me.
“Chickiedoodle,” he said, “it’s all just dust in the wind. Insignificant.”
[Yes, he sometimes call me Chickiedoodle. Grow up people, we’re married & cutesy nicknames happen.]
“It’s not worth worrying about these small things. I respect your feelings about them, and you’re right– but you gotta let it go.”
There’s a reason why he’s called ZEN-Den, you know. He can get mellow, philosophical at the interconnectedness of life, almost without trying. Little things in daily life don’t bug him so much.
But me? I see the faults. I remember the faults. And then I tend to mutter.
Which is how this conversation started.
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YOU SEE, I WANTED TO watch something on cable TV, but I was once again thwarted by the unnecessary complexity of our remote control.
Hence, I was muttering to Z-D about how ridiculous it is that to turn on the television one does not use the “TV” button on the remote control. No, one uses something called “Input” while ignoring the button that you’d think logically turns on the television.
But it doesn’t.
And if by chance you forget and hit the logical “TV” button, then everything goes wonky on the screen, and you’re left not watching television because you, a woman who dislikes gadgety things on principle, can’t remember how to turn on the darned television.
So I end up not watching cable TV, while complaining loudly about the intentionally irritating nonsensical TV remote control.
Dust in the wind? Not buying it.
It’s a conspiracy to drive me