Sometimes, people annoy me. 

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This is perfectly normal.  I'm no saint. I have my pain points like anyone else.

One of these is passive aggressive whining, and envy.  I see a LOT of this sort of thing from other kinky folks.  

They want a partner, or a munch nearby, or the world to somehow be different, or to have some material thing without which their life is incomplete. 

There's this silent, unspoken, implication which follows these sorts of complaints, "Could someone out there get/do/change this for me?"

Ugh.  Yuck. 

This sort of thinking makes my skin crawl, for a number of reasons.  These include:

• It objectifies everyone involved.  

• They're inherently expectation based.

• They're disempowering of the person saying and thinking them. 

These statements have something else in common, too.  

They are NOT MY PROBLEM.   

Mostly. 

Why mostly? Because I'm responsible for my own feelings. The very same annoyance I feel when I see this sort of thinking is as much MY OWN problem as the thinking is the problem of the person doing the thinking!  

It's as if when I get annoyed, I'm saying, "I'd be so much happier if person x wasn't such a self-centered, helpless idiot." 

Wow.  What a bunch of arrogant, self-centered thinking on my part.  Who am I to dictate the perfect state of the world and the people in it?  

I'm nobody.   The universe is perfect just as it is, and moreover is in a state of constant change.  If I can stop my own crybaby whining, I can witness some of those changes, enjoy them, work with them. 

That's when I know what I have to do.  

For/about the person who has annoyed me and not asked for my help, I must do Nothing.  (Which is vastly different than not doing anything.) 

For myself, I must allow that this situation which annoys me is.  Then, with all the self-love I can muster, I have to shut the hell up, and move on.   

The Tao Te Ching advises this very strategy.  

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When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.

Being and non-being create each other.
Difficult and easy support each other.
Long and short define each other.
High and low depend on each other.
Before and after follow each other.

Therefore the Master
acts without doing anything
and teaches without saying anything.
Things arise and she lets them come;
things disappear and she lets them go.
She has but doesn't possess,
acts but doesn't expect.
When her work is done, she forgets it.
That is why it lasts forever.

It's not my place to dictate to anyone else how the universe or any part of it should be, beyond the changes I myself can make in it.  That's the very essence of one of the three jewels of the Tao, humility.  

The Chinese phrase for it is "bugan wei tianxia xian", literally, "dare to not be first in the world."

Knowing that, what I will often do is mute the person in question, for a day, sometimes a week. Because I don't need to tortute myself, right? 

Then, as now, I get on with the shutting up.  

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AuthorMako Allen
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For many years now I've been friends with ShyGuy from Germany.  I think we first became friends on Twitter, but have since moved to the occasional Skype chat, lots of Kik conversations, too.  I've met him in person at CapCon, the Chicago age player's convention, which he often attends.  I'm also friends with his sweetie, Kat Nichols, the wonderful creator of the very not-safe-for-work mmmdiapers.com.  

He's wonderful.  

We have amazing conversations, all the time.  He's deeply philosophical, and we sometimes spend an entire day noodling over some philosophical issue, together.   

Plus, he's got a genuine interest in what Ive got to say, and the projects and work which are important to me.  When I post blog entries, or tweet something, more often than not, he's the very first person to respond.  I really consider him to be a very close friend.  I wish we didn't live so very far apart, but I'm so grateful that technology and our mutual like for one another have allowed us to have the close friendship that we do.

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AuthorMako Allen
Categories365 Gratitude

My wife Missy and I got married 7 years ago yesterday.  It's been a whirlwind ride.  We've had some really great highs, some really crappy lows.  We've seen one another through good fortune, and tragedy.

I wouldn't trade a minute of it.

My wife is amazing.  She's so good to me.  Every day we're together is a little bit better than the day that came before it.  

I know that I can be a challenging partner.  I'm ambitious, always involved in a million things.  I overthink the ever living heck out of everything.  (Why do I do that? See?)  I tend to dance to the beat of a different drum.  There are all kinds of social, sexual, and philosophical ways that I'm not the easy choice for a husband.

She sticks by me anyhow.  She's my greatest supporter.  She's kind, loving, and giving.  If there were black belts given for cuddling, or giving bubble baths, she'd have them.  Sometimes, when I'm being my littler self, she watches me with an amused, delighted, grin.  She loves all of me.

Being married to her is the single best part of my entire life.

 

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AuthorMako Allen
Categories365 Gratitude

Right back when I first met him, my friend Moliére had this brilliant idea for a holiday event for age players, which he called the Littles Express.  We would take a holiday themed train ride to the North Pole, to meet Santa Claus.

I thought it was a brilliant idea.  I can't recall who suggested it, but one of us decided it would be even more awesome if I read The Polar Express to everyone on the train.  This year, we made a plan, and actually made it happen.

Where? WHY TO THE NORTH POLE OF COURSE!

Where? WHY TO THE NORTH POLE OF COURSE!

We needed help though, and we got it.  Moliére and I were joined by Zorro Daddy, and our friends Smart Alex, and Squee in our Christmas Caper Cabal.  The five of us spent months on the details.  Zorro, who's a great guitar player, added a Christmas sing-a-long.  Squee stepped up to be our Santa, and did an amazing job of it.  Alex, Moliére and I turned the story reading into a sort of comedy show, involving the story, some crazy ridiculous signs, and a call-and-response interaction with the audience, facilitated by a not-so-subtle plant in it.  

We added a pizza party nearby after the ride, and a white elephant gift exchange which we supplied all the presents for, too.  

When the day came, which was this past Saturday, it went off beyond our wildest expectations. We had close to 40 people on the Express.  There was hot chocolate.  There were cookies.  There was singing, and laughing.  When the train pulled up to the station for us to board, white smoke billowing out of the engine chimney, I heard more than one little watching go, "oooooh!"

It was magical.

Things worked out mostly like we had planned, and when and where we had to improvise, that went off great, too.

Later that evening, Team Express unwound in a very hot hotel hot tub, as we did a post-event review and mutual admiration meeting.  Moliére drew me aside and gave me an enormous engraved silver sleigh bell.  When it rings, the sound makes my heart flutter in my chest.  

I'm so grateful to have such good friends, and that we banded together to make something so great.

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AuthorMako Allen
Categories365 Gratitude
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