Pleasantries, thank goodness people use them. The things people say in superficial interaction are often pleasant, and meaningless. These pleasantries are the social lubricant that keeps us all getting along together after a fashion; but you can’t eat lubricating oil, it does not sustain life, and although it makes social interaction possible, it does nothing for the soul, or the mind. My social interactions, for many, many, many years now, have consisted almost entirely of pleasantries. Social interaction has become meaningless to me, as for the most part it offers nothing of substance. At the country house, living amidst the affluent consumer junkies, pleasantries had an edge, where people defended their privilege, and insisted on status recognition, very tiresome and extremely boring. At Mist Cottage people are busy living their lives, and being respectful of one another, it is a refreshing change. There are people here that preen and look down long noses at others, but they are a minority and easy enough to ignore, easy enough to let them try to impress each other, leaving the rest of us to get on with out lives.
Beautiful things people have said to me, that is a theme I decided to follow in this entry.
I was just listening to Ron Hynes, No Change In Me, and thinking what a wonderful singer/songwriter he was, and what a wonderful person. I met him at Mariposa one year, spent a few hours sitting and chatting after hours at some bar, somewhere in Toronto. We hit it off during that brief pleasant, platonic interaction. When he found out I was an academic he said, “What a waste! You should come to Newfoundland!” Thanks Ron, for that, it was one of the greatest compliments I have ever received, and coming from you it meant a lot.
It is my opinion that the things people say to you are a reflection of who they are. Beautiful people say beautiful things, and when times are tough they say things that create a path, where there is chaos. I feel very blessed by the words of others.
Date: 7:00 AM EDT Wednesday 14 June 2017
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“The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”
There are superficial pleasantries, but they are not the same as sharing the mundane details of life with those I care about. When I hear what someone I care about had for breakfast, I take pleasure in the knowledge of their experience, I cherish the small details of their existence, much as I would a sunrise, the sound of rain on the roof, the sighing of the wind through the pines. There are things one never tires of hearing.