Learning and growth have been on my mind a lot lately.

Bear with me, this is going to be a long one.

So first, there was the two week period I spent learning my way around a particular technical problem at work.  

Second, while I'm generally left-leaning, I've been making efforts lately to understand the emotional position and feelings of more right-leaning conservative friends and relatives of mine.  

I'll admit that I see mostly right-leaning folks post things to social media that sometimes make me roll my eyes, or that make my blood boil a bit.

A whole bunch of stuff happened yesterday that came together in one big synthesis for me around both these things, about ten minutes ago.  

At work yesterday I spent the better part of the day observing two co-workers argue with each other.  Co-worker A is struggling to understand and do technical things he doesn't really know.  He's constantly asking co-worker B (and everyone else there too) for help, and cops an attitude about getting that help, and being asked to do things which aren't his job, and generally being a distracting, entitled, whiny pain-in-the-ass.  

It looked for a little while like Co-worker B was really getting bent out of shape about it, and going to kick Co-worker A right in his A.  Stressful! 

Later in the day I got to talk to my friend Magnus as I drove home from the gym.  Magnus is amazing.  He's in a constant state of learning.  In the 15 plus years I have known him he's evolved interests in electroluminescent wire, model race cars, poi spinning, biking, and geodesic domes, just to name a few things.  Like me, he's interested in paramotoring, and we waxed enthusiastically together over the phone about a plan for us to eventually do that together over and around the Burning Man festival, eventually.

Then I got into a lovely conversation with another dear friend, who I have known since college, my friend Scott.  Like me, Scott's often a big old lefty.  Like me, he's also very kinky.  Like me, he's also a super-talky-analytical-likes-to-sound-things-out-together sort of guy.  

So we did.

We got into an interesting discussion last night about how people (ourselves included) often confuse opinion and fact.

Avogadro's law is a good example of a fact.  (Avogadro's law states that, "equal volumes of all gases, at the same temperature and pressure, have the same number of molecules".)  

You can think that's great. You can think it sucks rocks. Doesn't matter. It's still true. That's a fact.

This morning as I was laying in bed, both these conversations and yesrerday's experiences were swirling through my head as I was surfing social media.  

I saw some more of that eye-rolling content, got annoyed, and then I saw two things that brought that train to a staggering halt.

First there was this photo:

It's two women, in their 60's and 70's who are pumped, in-shape and utterly, completely BADASS.  They started working out in their 40's and 50's respectively.

It's two women, in their 60's and 70's who are pumped, in-shape and utterly, completely BADASS.  They started working out in their 40's and 50's respectively.

And then I saw this one:

An engineering illustration showing a shape that's both circular and rectangular, depending on which way you're looking at it, and the two holes it can fit in.  Each hole is labeled as "true", and the shape itself is labeled as "TRUTH"  At…

An engineering illustration showing a shape that's both circular and rectangular, depending on which way you're looking at it, and the two holes it can fit in.  Each hole is labeled as "true", and the shape itself is labeled as "TRUTH"  At the very bottom is the message "PLEASE CONSIDER THIS BEFORE TALKING/TYPNG"

They rocked my world.  That first picture got me good because I have this unspoken bias I've been carrying around lately, an internal one.  I've been struggling to get back in shape and lose weight again, after yo-yo'ing back from losing around 50 pounds.  There's this tiny little lizard voice in my head that's been sitting on the brain couch, eating ice cream and french fries, and watching movies on its little brain tablet, while telling me, "Gosh Mako, since you're getting older, you're just not going to be able to get back into half-marathon running shape again." 

In a word: bullshit.

I recognize now, all at once, that that voice is just an opinion, and not even a well informed one. 

Similarly, being conservative or liberal on a given issue is an opinion.  Opinions can be informed by facts, but often aren't.  But they're a great way to be angry. It feels good to get angry.   

This is where my big synthesis comes in.  (Thanks for sticking with me this long.)

I don't have much use for getting angry, myself. It's my opinion (not a fact) that being angry is a form of fear, and maybe mindlessness (as opposed to mindfulness.)  "I'm dissatisfied that this situation is this way!" seems to be the essence of anger.  Perhaps even, "I'm complaining about being dissatisfied about this situation!" 

But dissatisfaction and complaints aren't action.  They don't do anything.  In fact, they implicitly are a statement of powerlessness.  "I can't do anything about this - I'm going to squawk really loudly until someone who can do something about it does it for me."  

I think it's perfectly natural to experience anger, to get frustrated.  But to stay that way, that's an act of will, a conscious turning-away from mindful detachment and compassion.

And it's optional.  

Which brings me back to my attempts to deal with my very frustrating co-worker, to empathize with my more right-leaning friends, and to get in shape.  I can see how my own opinions and biases are at work, affecting me.  In others, the very same thing is going on, inside their heads.  Part of why I can see my own struggle is because I can see theirs.

So now I feel like I have this new diagnostic tool.  When something ticks me off, I can ask myself, "Is that an opinion or a fact?" Once I've figure out which it is, I can then use it to my best advantage.

 

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So my friend Moliére is moving very, very far away, to Fiji!  It's around 19 hours by plane.  They're 16 hours ahead of me, clock-wise.

I'm excited for him.  It's an adventure!  Sad, too, because I'll miss him.  Now don't get me wrong, it's not like he and I see each other every day.  He used to live several states away anyhow, and recently changed that to several more states than before.  

But moving to the other side of the planet, that's a different thing altogether.

But he and I had a long talk yesterday, and decided to do something about it.  He's going to help me with a side project I've wanted to make for about 15 years now, a kind of online behavior management tool for age players.  I've vacillated about working on this thing for ages, but yesterday we spent several hours chatting and writing down real world ideas for how it should work.  I'm excited by the prospect of our working together on this thing for a number of reasons:

  • It's going to finally help me get off my butt to get it really built.
  • Moliére, who is a genius, had several ideas I hadn't thought of that could make this thing go from a good idea to a truly great one.
  • It gives us something tangible to do together, even separated by thousands of miles of distance.

I'm excited by this!

 

 

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On Saturday I went for an overdue visit to the eye doctor.  It's been about a year for me, I was running out of the disposable contact lenses I wear, needed new glasses, too.  (I throw my lenses out monthly.  I also don't sleep in them.  Kindly shut your face about that, thanks.)

I did get the briefest of scares during my appointment.  After everything was done, the doctor called me back to "have a discussion."  That never bodes well, and felt like being called into the principal's office.  

Turns out it wasn't anything terrible though.  I've got this little spot, a birthmark sort of thing on the back of my eye.  It's benign, thank goodness, but bears watching.  Conveniently, because it's in the back of my eye the only way it's getting any watching is with that additional $36 worth of photographs each year at my eye exam.

Having a birthmark on the back of your eye is a bit like that being that guy from Mystery Men who can turn invisible, but only when no one is watching him.  

I don't care even a bit though.  I'm glad it's nothing.  My vision is super important to me.

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Remember that problem I've been wrestling with for two weeks now, the challenge of doom, that was going to send me hurtling to my eventual and horrible demise?

Solved it.

Without getting into the brain numbing details of exactly what it was, and how to fix it, I can summarize by saying that in a certain configuration file that absolutely everything relied on, the word "plugin" should have actually been plural, "plugins".

"Help me with this plugin, Fred."  "I think you mean these plug-ins, Wally."

"Help me with this plugin, Fred."  "I think you mean these plug-ins, Wally."

That's right.  My entire technical problem, the thing that's been making me stark raving insane for days was that I was missing the letter "s" on the word "plugin".

When I figured this out, I was simultaneously angry, happy, and relieved.  Angrappilieved?

It's kind of a wonderful, horrible sensation.

My boss had told me, during my epic nuclear melt-down, that he was fairly confident my complete stance of despair meant I was about 2 days away from solving the problem.

I called him on the phone today and told him of my success, and told him to not be so sickeningly smug about it.

But I was smiling as I said it.

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So I've been working on the same technical issue for about 2 weeks now.  

If you really want to know, what I'm trying to do is build a prototype website, running on Apache Tomcat, that uses PKI certificates to pre-authenticate the user so that they don't have to log in, but can just proceed, pre-authenticated, right to the site.  

It hasn't been going well.  The documentation for the software and components I'm using to do this isn't the best, and it's something I'm dreadfully unfamiliar with.

I told my friend Amelia about this and she said, totally helpfully:

"I like potatoes."

Which, I can agree with.  Potatoes are delicious, and clearly can be really good company on the couch, when you're watching say, a cooking show about how to prepare potatoes.  (Ghoulish, I know, but stick with me, I was upset.)

Anyhow, so for the past 9 days, I've been trying to steadily make this thing work.  I had one problem after another, but finally got to the point where I thought that maybe, just maybe, I had this thing licked.

Nope.

Around the end of the day I summoned my boss over to my desk, and proceeded to entirely lose my shit about it.  I told him, and several other higher-ups in the company how hopelessly, irrevocably, totally, galactically, nay, cosmically, fucked I and thus we, were.  I said that all these other project dependencies downstream from my figuring this out were about to slide to the right, more like death-march to the right, like a soldier on a grim, hopeless hike, heading to his eventual death, while carrying a 50 pound sack of potatoes.

Well, maybe not in quite those words, but that was the general gist of the idea.

This did not in fact result in my immediate dismissal.  Nor did men with butterfly nets come to collect me from the premises for a thoughtful time-out in a padded room.

What did in fact happen was that my colleagues and superiors rallied around me, offering advice and support, and assuring me that as long as I was just doing my best, not to sweat it, and that we'd get there eventually.

I felt immensely better, and went home, convinced that tomorrow would be the day I would slay this terrible thing.

The gem of gratitude from all this was my reconnecting to an essential truth.  It's okay, and even helpful, to be upset, and to express that upset to others.  It has purpose.  It helps evoke human connection.  It helps you chase the gnawing brain weasels out of your head kitchen so you can concentrate on making dinner.  (I recommend some nice potatoes.)  There's a Pixar movie that teaches this exact same lesson, called Inside Out.  It's really, really great.  You should go see it.

I'm glad I had a meltdown.  I'm glad that it's okay for me to do that.  I'm glad it's okay for you to do it, too.

 

 

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