A cup full of B.S.

Does any of these sounds familiar?
You start your day, and not long after, you run into someone who gives you some B.S. excuse as to why a task wasn’t completed – because of this, that and the other thing. Okay, it is the day’s outset, you can handle it. Whatever it is that this person dumped on you, it goes right into the bottom of a fresh, empty cup.
A little later that morning, the next knucklehead arrives with some more horseshit. Maybe it is a young foolish waitress at an IHOP who cannot tell coffee for mud water, maybe someone else. That’s okay. You just had your first cup of real coffee, you smile; the B.S. cup is now quarter full.
Shortly after, an email with loads of fresh crap lands in your inbox. It smells quite bad; like someone who had beans mixed with hot peppers the day prior. But hey, it’s already mid-morning, lunch break is just around the corner; the B.S. cup is now half full.
By mid-afternoon the goblet is finally about to overflow. No wonder that the next birdbrain that comes your way and tries to shove his (or hers, let’s not be gender-biased here,) dung your way, that brown stuff finally hits the fan. It is not their fault; they were just – what is the equivalent of feces in straw terms? – the extra droppings that broke the camel’s back? that made your cup overflow.

Okay, enough with toilet talk. All I am saying is that if I ever blow a fuse at you, it is likely not just you. It is you plus ten boneheads, buffoons and dimwits that were offloading their poop on me before you. Yes, you may be a jerk, but it is more about you just being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Similarly, I remind myself, that as much as I can be an inconsiderate ass on occasion, when someone else behaves badly towards me, it is likely more about them and their cup of B.S. than about what I said or did. ‘Don’t take it personally,’ someone wise once said, maybe it Buddha, Yogi Berra, or the guy from the Chinese restaurant that spends his evenings off work writing fortune cookies. It is a close to impossible piece of advice, but worthy as an aspiration. Now buzz off, go bug someone else. Please?…
Disclaimer: the description above is absolutely NOT my typical day. But infrequently it can be.

Learned from: one of ‘those’ days…

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About Ronen

Ronen Divon had been walking spiritual and holistic paths for well over thirty years. Born in Israel, educated in New York, and currently residing in North Carolina, Ronen had traveled the world, spending time with teachers, masters, healers and guides. With wisdom that spans multiple traditions, including the Far East, India, Israel, Brazil, Peru, and Native America, Ronen remains a student, learning and adding modalities that will best serve his clients, each according to their own unique needs. Ronen is also a published author, a Yoga, Meditation, and Tai Chi instructor.
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