January 22nd, 2021

(Don't) rock the boat

“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
Anais Nin

I've lost count of the number of times (mostly in a work setting) someone's uttered the words, "Don't rock the boat".

And what did I do?

Sadly, I did (mostly) as I was told because I was fear-ridden. And in many ways, I haven't really changed. Sure, I shout the odds once in an unbidden while and I feel better for it, but when push comes to karmic shove, I'm no different to the next person.

Then again, if there was a standard for not rocking the boat, I'd have graduated with an E or even an F by dint of the fact that my mouth can't seem to help itself, especially in the face of the often egregious, mostly ego-driven acts that I've witnessed. No, I don't mean the formal grievance or such like but, instead, I've gone above someone's head to try to make sure that said act/omission doesn't happen again.

OK, so far so good.

But I do increasingly find myself — almost in a despairing way — musing on what civil disobedience might look like across the work-life divide. You know the sort of heartfelt, soul-orientated play where I rock the boat to the point either where it breaks asunder the moribund culture or all the somnambulist occupants are shaken from their indifference to the state of the world. 

Will I take things that far?

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One less tooth

It looks like I've got to be put under (when, who knows?) to have a tooth out. 

It's a long time since that happened. I can't say I'm looking forward to it and then figuring how to plug the gap but, hey, I've got to get rid of this wretched pain.