A random observation - Impressions and Expressions of Ijon
A random observation|
Things are definitely stretching my limits.
It is traditional among the men of our family to engage in heated political debate during the Friday evening dinner (itself traditional). But in last week's dinner, while arguing, as usual, with my dad and my grandfather (not the one I wrote about), I lost my temper. I lost my temper, literally, i.e. I watched it run ahead of me and I could not stop myself from expressing rage, including banging on the table and yelling.
It's definitely time to do something else, to change something. But what? That's the great question I'm thinking about, and the one I have not been writing about, despite repeated promises to do so. This entry won't be about it either. No time.
Current Mood: bleak
Current Music: Ehud Banai -- Gvulot
I got to accept that some things and some people cannot be changed. There's no point in getting worked up because of them. As simple as that.
|Date:||January 29th, 2004 04:10 pm (UTC)|| |
How about talking about other things rather than Politics?
|Date:||January 29th, 2004 04:35 pm (UTC)|| |
The wise are doubtful, and I should not be singular if, like them, I too doubted. I might have a rational explanation that Orithyia was playing with Pharmacia, when a northern gust carried her over the neighbouring rocks; and this being the manner of her death, she was said to have been carried away by Boreas. There is a discrepancy, however, about the locality; according to another version of the story she was taken from Areopagus, and not from this place. Now I quite acknowledge that these allegories are very nice, but he is not to be envied who has to invent them; much labour and ingenuity will be required of him; and when he has once begun, he must go on and rehabilitate Hippocentaurs and chimeras dire. Gorgons and winged steeds flow in apace, and numberless other inconceivable and portentous natures. And if he is sceptical about them, and would fain reduce them one after another to the rules of probability, this sort of crude philosophy will take up a great deal of time. Now I have no leisure for such enquiries; shall I tell you why? I must first know myself, as the Delphian inscription says; to be curious about that which is not my concern, while I am still in ignorance of my own self, would be ridiculous. And therefore I bid farewell to all this; the common opinion is enough for me. For, as I was saying, I want to know not about this, but about myself: am I a monster more complicated and swollen with passion than the serpent Typho, or a creature of a gentler and simpler sort, to whom Nature has given a diviner and lowlier destiny? But let me ask you, friend: have we not reached the plane-tree to which you were conducting us?
|Date:||January 29th, 2004 05:36 pm (UTC)|| |
Arrrrrrrrgh! *flashbacks to hellish Plato class*
Strange, it didn't sound like that when I translated it.
|Date:||January 29th, 2004 05:40 pm (UTC)|| |
Blame Jowett, not me :)
מצב מוכר ונוראי. לכאורה, הקרובים אליך ביותר (ואני מדבר על עצמי כעת) מדברים כאילו הם הרחוקים ממך ביותר. באותו רגע הם באמת רחוקים ממך כלכך. מעין ניכור שאתה עצמך (כלומר אני עצמי) לא מוכן לקבל את קיומו בתוך המשפחה. אין לי פתרון - להפך. הצעתי אליך היא דווקא באותם רגעי ויכוח לתרגל את שלוותך הסטואית ולבחון את בני המשפחה באופן אסתטי, עד כמה שדבר זה נשמע בלתי אפשרי.
|Date:||January 29th, 2004 10:17 pm (UTC)|| |
אם זה מנחם אותך...
אז בסטנדרטים שלי ושל בת-זוגי, לדפוק על השולחן ולצרוח בגלל חילוקי דעות פוליטיים נחשב לארוחה די ממוצעת, ואפילו רגועה יחסית. בדרך כלל רק בשלב הקינוח אנחנו נרגעים, כי אחרי עוגה או גלידה אין ממש חשק להתווכח על פוליטיקה.
כשאני חושב על זה, אולי כדאי לאכול את הקינוח בשלב יותר מוקדם בארוחה...
Read and reread your post, and still couldn't make up my mind whether you feel something has to be done about:
1) The political situation,
2) Your family, or
3) Your temper.