Illusionment

I like judgemental people.

I don't like pejorative people

I like noisy people.

I don't like loud people.

I like quiet people.

I don't like passive-aggressive people.

I don't mind people being deluded but it is tiring to always give
equal weight to argumentative positions that are immature or remedial.
Unless we are talking to kids or patients, there just isn't time to
keep going back to 101. We must press on.
Time is short.
It only encourages them anyway, and not in the right way ...not in
wiping the slate clean and starting again.

Not every argument has to be won round. Some can simply be offered a
known solution. A new version. An iteration. That's the way computer
software does it and our brains have been compared to those many
times.
(They don't always get it right. The latest version of Google Chrome
is driving me nuts).

If you have a puncture, I will change your tire.
I won't give you a scrapbook filled with pictures of other people with
punctures and ask you to write a poem about them.
Strategies require improvisation.

I don't like being called disillusioned when I have worked so hard to
successfully de-illusion myself. Particularly if it is by people who
haven't even realised that that is a journey to be made.
It is derogatory and frankly tedious.

I don't like people questioning my path so far as though they are some
geological arbiter. My life so far does not require an endorsement
from them, particularly if it sprouts as a too eagerly offered opinion
from a relative stranger during that novel awkward form known as
'social chit chat'.

If I discover a problem in my chosen specialised subject then it is up
to me to find a hack. That's (fairly) easy if it is a question of how
to get all the toothpaste out of a tube.
But if it is solving the faulty damaged poorly-performing interface of
frontline primary care, or world famine, then it is trickier. But
giving some of my energy and thoughts to such tasks is not
disillusionment.
Far from it.

People are quick to offer words they know.
They don't think about the meaning.
They don't really understand it.
They offer them because they've heard other people use them in ways
that they thought were similar.
But they weren't.

My rose-tinted contact lenses are Polaroid, and I control their opacity.
I like my roses exactly where they are, thank you.
I water them regularly and yet they never get diluted.

Don't tell me that's impossible.

Because I don't care.