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This is the line of people waiting to push my buttons today. People and events.
Things I read in the paper.
Situations I’m in that I don’t want to be in.
One of them is a dog I can’t have because of my circumstances.
One of them is No Wi-Fi in a house where I have to spend a long night and morning with nothing to do.
One of them is the little irritations at the kitchen sink.
Some of them are the big problems facing my children.
One of them is my hands hurt.
One of them is my naturopath telling me if I just give up sugar my hands won’t hurt. (Like that’s gonna happen.)
One of them is it’s raining.
One of them is I’m too full and I’m still eating and I can’t stop.
On and on and on.
Such a long line of things out there pushing my buttons.
I am a human being covered — every inch of me — in buttons. Today you can’t get anywhere near me without pushing one.
This is the nature of suffering that the Buddha talks about. Greed, aversion and ignorance. I want this (and don’t have it). I don’t want that (and it keeps showing up). And I don’t give a flying fuck about the rest of it, don’t even…
