ometimes I turn weird. I know what you are thinking. Whaddya mean sometimes? No, no, no. This picture is an example of turning weird.
The image started out as pretty little flower picture then I got ahold of it. It turned into something out of one of my fever dreams. You may be asking why the hell I would do that.
It’s a simple answer.
Because I could.
That’s as good as reason as any these days. We are all split into about a million little tribes. None of them like each other. Even worse they aren’t willing to compromise except in the last couple of weeks when a lot of of reasonably good legislature was passed.
It can be done.
For sure it’s not perfect. There are a lot of compromises. But, that’s the nature of working together whether it’s congress, your class, your tribe, your family, or your dog. Your dog? Think about it. If she doesn’t want to do something you beg, threaten and finally offer a treat. If that isn’t compromise I don’t know what is.
We have to get back to that. We don’t have to win everything in order to be successful. We’d be better off if we worked together and both sides got a little of what they want. They say that if you are negotiating in a meeting, come to a decision and everybody walks out angry, negotiations were successful.
I don’t know about that, but it’s time to stop hating everybody who doesn’t agree with us on the slightest thing.