My Pesky Scotsman

THE SITUATION

After arriving home this morning after dropping Maeve off, on entering my part of the estate there was a guy parked in a van unloading stuff. As he was parked alongside the kerb, and the car belonging to the lady he was delivering to was parked at an angle in the parking space opposite, I couldn’t get through to my house. Ok, I said to myself, a bit annoying but I’m sure he won’t be long, so I reversed up and sat listening to the radio. 

There was a woman sitting in the passenger seat while the man unloaded what turns out to be tiles and other building materials, after a while I noticed that he seemed to be lifting these tiles one at a time, with his left arm only. Looking more carefully I saw that his right arm was prosthetic. ‘We have something in common.’ I mused to myself. So far, neither the man or the woman had even acknowledged my presence or said anything, by now he had transferred from the side door of the van to the rear door, where he continued to unload one at a time. ‘Bit rude’, I thought to myself. By now, the Scotsman in me was a bit annoyed at the attitude of the delivery man and what turned out to be his wife. ‘Mmm, a smile wouldn’t go amiss’ I said to myself. 

After a good ten minutes, I wound my window down and shouted to him, as the van might have been full for all I knew.

“Hi, I think I’ve been reasonable. How much longer will you be?” 

He looked up and dismissively said “As long as it takes I’m afraid.” 

This was exactly the response needed to introduce my red mist. 
“Asshole!!!” I shouted loudly. He appeared from the rear of the van and said 
“What?”. 
“Well, you are!” I said .
“I was just about to move to let you through, but that was before you called me an arsehole” and he disappeared behind the van again.

This led me briefly laughing at my situation. ‘Doh!’ I knew it was a mistake to escalate things!!!

After a couple more minutes with frustration building, I came up with a plan to relieve my situation. Sort of. I emerged from the car and walked to the open door of the house. “Dawn” I called out my neighbours name. She came to the door. 

“Could you please move your car so as I can get by? I’ve been waiting ten minutes and the guy isn’t moving.” This prompted a brief discussion with the vans occupants with the drivers wife entering the fray. Poor old Dawn just wanted everybody to calm down, looking to do what she could to achieve this. 

“I’ve tried to be reasonable...” I mumbled, while shaking all over. The stroke does not lead the body to react well in such situations. As I made my shaky way to my car. Poor old Dawn moved her car and I made my way past the offenders into my driveway.

As soon as the van shut it’s doors and drove off, I went down to emphasise to Dawn that it hadn’t been her I was was upset with, but the ‘asshole(s)’ in the van.

IN RETROSPECT.

Now, half an hour later, I’m embarrassed. It appears that I’ve learned nothing.

Why didn’t I quietly park the car and walk to the house? Retrieving it when the guy had left. So much for growing spiritually!

It seems to me that my ego is still as stupid as it ever was. ???

BIGGER PICTURE

In the words of The Beatles. 

Let it be. ❤️ It’s ok.

Speaking of Let it Be. Paul McCartney tells the story of how he was inspired to write it, through a dream. ‘Yesterday’ also came to him when dreaming.

Psychic anyone?   

This is such an uplifting video. I dare you not to like it.

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Speaking of Let it Be. Paul McCartney tells the story of how he was inspired to write it, through a dream. ‘Yesterday’ also came to him when dreaming.

Psychic anyone?   

This is such an uplifting video. I dare you not to like it.

Hey Steve, I had covered this already in this thread that you possibly missed...
https://psiencequest.net/forums/thread-d...ssic-songs

But thanks for the video. I saw that yesterday and thought of posting it.

It's funny because recently I've been reading a lot of books on the very early, pre-fame Beatles, where they lived, Woolton-Allerton (here's a Google map link to the distance between John and Paul's homes), went they school, Liverpool, maps galore (I feel like I've been there now!) etc., and it was cool to see Paul (although it's painful to hear how much his voice, even speaking, has deteriorated in the past several years) revisit that home that he hadn't been in since the early 60s.

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Going back to the OP, Steve. Yeah, don't beat yourself up, I'd say. That stuff happens to me too, and I could feel myself bubbling with anger just reading your story. I feel like calling him an asshole myself. Prick.

p.s. I've got a bit of a Scotsman in me too, genetically speaking.

THE SITUATION

After arriving home this morning after dropping Maeve off, on entering my part of the estate there was a guy parked in a van unloading stuff. As he was parked alongside the kerb, and the car belonging to the lady he was delivering to was parked at an angle in the parking space opposite, I couldn’t get through to my house. Ok, I said to myself, a bit annoying but I’m sure he won’t be long, so I reversed up and sat listening to the radio. 

There was a woman sitting in the passenger seat while the man unloaded what turns out to be tiles and other building materials, after a while I noticed that he seemed to be lifting these tiles one at a time, with his left arm only. Looking more carefully I saw that his right arm was prosthetic. ‘We have something in common.’ I mused to myself. So far, neither the man or the woman had even acknowledged my presence or said anything, by now he had transferred from the side door of the van to the rear door, where he continued to unload one at a time. ‘Bit rude’, I thought to myself. By now, the Scotsman in me was a bit annoyed at the attitude of the delivery man and what turned out to be his wife. ‘Mmm, a smile wouldn’t go amiss’ I said to myself. 

After a good ten minutes, I wound my window down and shouted to him, as the van might have been full for all I knew.

“Hi, I think I’ve been reasonable. How much longer will you be?” 

He looked up and dismissively said “As long as it takes I’m afraid.” 

This was exactly the response needed to introduce my red mist. 
“Asshole!!!” I shouted loudly. He appeared from the rear of the van and said 
“What?”. 
“Well, you are!” I said .
“I was just about to move to let you through, but that was before you called me an arsehole” and he disappeared behind the van again.

This led me briefly laughing at my situation. ‘Doh!’ I knew it was a mistake to escalate things!!!

After a couple more minutes with frustration building, I came up with a plan to relieve my situation. Sort of. I emerged from the car and walked to the open door of the house. “Dawn” I called out my neighbours name. She came to the door. 

“Could you please move your car so as I can get by? I’ve been waiting ten minutes and the guy isn’t moving.” This prompted a brief discussion with the vans occupants with the drivers wife entering the fray. Poor old Dawn just wanted everybody to calm down, looking to do what she could to achieve this. 

“I’ve tried to be reasonable...” I mumbled, while shaking all over. The stroke does not lead the body to react well in such situations. As I made my shaky way to my car. Poor old Dawn moved her car and I made my way past the offenders into my driveway.

As soon as the van shut it’s doors and drove off, I went down to emphasise to Dawn that it hadn’t been her I was was upset with, but the ‘asshole(s)’ in the van.

IN RETROSPECT.

Now, half an hour later, I’m embarrassed. It appears that I’ve learned nothing.

Why didn’t I quietly park the car and walk to the house? Retrieving it when the guy had left. So much for growing spiritually!

It seems to me that my ego is still as stupid as it ever was. ???

BIGGER PICTURE

In the words of The Beatles. 

Let it be. ❤️ It’s ok.

As a fellow compatriot Stan, I know all too well that we can have really short tempers and can be smiling one second and then the next absolutely raging! This is also a lesson I've been learning in my life too, though it's usually happens with me when people walk with their head down, on their phones , into me! 

I wouldn't worry about it and you even took time to reflect which suggests you aren't a bad sort really    Exactly what you say though, let it be! 

One thing that might help you is that I've been 'learning' recently that if I forgive my self for outbursts of anger or any other behaviour I do not like, then I seem to do better in this regard, and these events 'appear' less and less.

Hey Steve, I had covered this already in this thread that you possibly missed...
https://psiencequest.net/forums/thread-d...ssic-songs

But thanks for the video. I saw that yesterday and thought of posting it.

It's funny because recently I've been reading a lot of books on the very early, pre-fame Beatles, where they lived, Woolton-Allerton (here's a Google map link to the distance between John and Paul's homes), went they school, Liverpool, maps galore (I feel like I've been there now!) etc., and it was cool to see Paul (although it's painful to hear how much his voice, even speaking, has deteriorated in the past several years) revisit that home that he hadn't been in since the early 60s.

Thanks Ian, I must have missed that, or forgot about it! 

There are so many things I see people say all the time on the tv that I think ‘Whoa, just a minute, I want to find out more’, but the interviewer never asks more or digs a little. I reckon Paul must be psychic, or rather I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he were. 

Last week, there was a guy on talking about a book he’d written. He’s an ex SAS soldier, and at one point, he was describing how time seems to slow down and even be controlled when he experienced intense combat. I sensed that he was talking about psi in that case. But as usual, nothing more was said. You often hear people say, I just had a feeling, or talking about dreaming something on the MSM. It’s as if everyone hears and understands what they’re saying - but don’t wish to say more.

As a fellow compatriot Stan, I know all too well that we can have really short tempers and can be smiling one second and then the next absolutely raging! This is also a lesson I've been learning in my life too, though it's usually happens with me when people walk with their head down, on their phones , into me! 

I wouldn't worry about it and you even took time to reflect which suggests you aren't a bad sort really    Exactly what you say though, let it be! 

One thing that might help you is that I've been 'learning' recently that if I forgive my self for outbursts of anger or any other behaviour I do not like, then I seem to do better in this regard, and these events 'appear' less and less.

The thing is, I was reflecting all the way through it!   

I am conscious of this stuff even as I misbehave, that’s how strong the ego is. 

Don’t get me wrong, I am not really beating myself up. I just think of things like these as a test, or maybe a reminder that I’ve got some distance to go. The thing is, that because I’m disabled, I’m in no state to piss someone off, even if it’s instinctively. I could very easily have the shit kicked out of me or worse. All for a second of uncontrolled frustration.

It is good to write stuff down, it helps. It only maybe shows why we need so many lifetimes to grow?

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"Nice pussycat"...

Or there's this...

The thing is, I was reflecting all the way through it!   

I am conscious of this stuff even as I misbehave, that’s how strong the ego is. 

Don’t get me wrong, I am not really beating myself up. I just think of things like these as a test, or maybe a reminder that I’ve got some distance to go. The thing is, that because I’m disabled, I’m in no state to piss someone off, even if it’s instinctively. I could very easily have the shit kicked out of me or worse. All for a second of uncontrolled frustration.

It is good to write stuff down, it helps. It only maybe shows why we need so many lifetimes to grow?

Ego, from what I can tell, tends to be quite the tricky thing! Kinda need it and you kinda don't, in certain situations one works and the other, is not called for! 

Ha, I see. I was probably projecting a little bit, because I definitely tend to beat myself up lots, which seems to be one of my lessons. But aye, writing stuff down helps! I'm glad you shared that with us Stan. It also reminds me that the people I encounter in my life might be annoyed at something and can have their own reflective periods, whereas I just see their fury and think that they too, might be an asshole   

And yeah, it seems that perhaps this is why we all need lots of lifetimes to grow. It's not easy sometimes!