I remember my Mom getting home from work in a huff, all pissed off after hearing George Harrison's "Hare Krishna", on the radio. She told us that the song was sick & she didn't want us listening to him.
"Mom, what is so bad about it?" We were incredulous.
"My sweet, Laura, my sweet Laura, I really want to see you, I really want to feel you..." Mom retorted.
"Mom! It's a religious song! He is saying, my sweet Lord!" We relished our comeback, one more point for rock in our heads.
Misunderstanding another's intentions is all part of the game of life. A guy at work today, was extremely rude to me today as one of my company's machines was not performing up to par. I ain't the maintainance dude...all I can do is report it, and have the fix-it dudes come out and try to fix it. He knows this, as admitingly, this is not the first time the machine malfunctioned, Yet, he almost daily treats me with disdain and contempt, as if I could fix it before, during, or after the screw-up occurred. I can't. I'm not adequately trained to trouble shoot or even work upon the machines, and my bosses don't want me to mess with them, as if I were successful, I might feel worthy of a raise. At least, I believe that is the company's intentions. I have been in the wrong occasionally in the past, I think. There's always the chance that I am misunderstanding THEIR intentions.
And this anal-retentive ass who relishes bordering upon verbal abuse when he informs me of malfunctions...what could I possibly be misunderstanding about his true reason for treating me as if I were pond scum? Perhaps, he is trying to teach me a lesson that I will never forget. I try to talk to him, be professional, understanding, sympathetic to his short temper, but he cuts me off mid-explanation, dismissing with a staccato wave of his hand, as if he were royalty, and I, a smelly peasant. I figure, maybe the dude had it tough growing up. Maybe he has it tough now. Maybe he needs to get laid. Maybe, he is a quality human being, and I truly am pond scum. Nah. that can't be it...
When the repair dudes showed, I asked young, rude, God's gift to engineers to speak to the repair guys regarding his concerns, but, mid-sententence, he dismisses them and me, with another royal wave, turns on his heel, and vacates the room at a cadence that would make Hitler proud.
I had intended to kill the dude with kindness. He understood those intentions, and has repeatedly kept me from doing so. Thus, I have come to the folowing conclusion...tomorrow, or the next day when he comes to me with a complaint that he obviously wishes to demean me as a human being with, I will just skip ahead and quickly agree with him. I'm practicing my lines ahead of time even as I hunt and peck.
"Yes, Jeff," I hope to say, "I am indeed, pond scum and the company that I labor for is not worthy of the bad breath you emit to belittle the lot of us with on an almost daily basis." Man, I hope I can pull it off. How else do you handle such an arragont ass? I have to try. I want to respect myself in the morning, thus, this must be done, and it must be done with flair and finesse, don'tcha think?
I am having so much fun with Gerge Harrison's "Concert for Bangledesh" DVD.. It literally kicks ass..."While My Gutair Gently Weeps", "Here Comes The Sun," "Something," and the performers...Leon Russle, Ringo, Clapton, Dylan, Billy Preston, Ravi Shankar. Kiddies, I am in my element! Now, this is an excellent way to live my life. Maybe I could invite the rentitive engineer over to watch it with me, and we could finally come to friendly terms, and mend this rift between us. Maybe not.
Bubba came home just now. God love him, as I surely do, but my element with music does not increase the quality of his life, and out of respect, George is on hiatus untill Bubba is out the next time. It's in the intrest of world peace beginning at home that I conceede this cacaphony of artists and good will. My only regret is that Bubba don't dance, and Bubba don't rock and roll. But it is a small concession to make for such a great life.
So, I think the official terminolgy is "fishing." I entered a post for several days, as I have been busy "fishing", for new on-line adventures and friends. It is a colorful way to pass the evening.
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-ya gotta go for it, Dude... 
