I came to a realization today at work that brought some serenity to turbulent times. (Yesterday a sailor man, here because it's Boat Week or Fleet Week or something, asked me for a cigarette, which I declined to provide, and the person I was with said, "Come on, he's in the service." I said, "So, do I show up on my day off in his town in my pajamas and ask him for a cigarette?" The sailor man said, "You got problems, buddy." I said, "Okay, pal." It was ridiculous. It's been a rough week.)
Anyway. This realization of mine. It's a syllogism.
Everybody is totally insane.
Totally insane people are not accountable.
Nobody is accountable.
So, in long, one of the craziest things to do, which EVERYONE does, is expect someone who's COMPLETELY INSANE to make sense, to be reasonable, to not make us miserable at work, or anywhere. Really, it's ridiculous to expect anything from anybody, but what makes live worth living is that once in a while someone's particular insanity meshes beautifully with yours, at work, socially, whatever. That's LUCK, or FATE if you prefer, and the pursuit of that fate/luck is the pursuit of happiness.
But as far as getting through the goddamn day, it really helps to just keep in mind that yes, some of this is a drag, but it's not TOO big a deal, because, I mean, these people are CRAZY. I don't think I've ever met anyone to whom it would not be appropriate to say, "Wait...you do realize that you're crazy, right?" That could be a compliment or an insult, depending on the situation.
Signing off for now.