Seriously, change is on the menu, as is being a better human. But it's not easy work. Evolution is not easy, despite what the bible says. Dear God, please don't send me to hell for that comment.
At work, I am positively surrounded by self-obsessed assholes - and it takes every bit of my self control some days, not to outwardly mock their tone and narcissistic verbal diarrhoea. You know I'm doing it in my head right, and sometimes it sort of just slips out...
Anyway, being around these kinds of people, aside from shitting me off, also reminds me about the kind of person I don't want to be. Not in a self righteous kind of way, more just in the vein of I don't want to be a jerk. The thing that erks me about these variety of humans, is the way they treat their underlings, because you know that totally speaks volumes about someones true character. Talk is cheap. You could be the richest, smartest, most beautiful person in all the land, but if you don't show respect to the people around you - I'm gonna think you're a turd.
So, this journey of bettering myself (for want of a better term) has led me to reading some interesting things. I came across this lovely quote the other night and it fitted perfectly with how I've been feeling.
"When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them." - Martin Buber
I realised this is what I'm searching for. This is what I'm trying to reap, sow and cultivate in my own life and I love it. I want to be a conductor of this type of energy - whether you believe it comes from God, or some other source, it doesn't matter.
This also provides direction for 'The Dating Experiment'. To some guys I'm obviously a set of breasts and a hoo-ha, which is not ok. So really, it's great when they out themselves that way inclined, because I can quickly avoid them, and move on.
Imagine my surprise, when over the weekend some really cool guy contacts me via this dating website. I'm talking out of this world calibre of conversation. I don't even know where he lives, but it doesn't matter, because he wants to know about me, he wants to know what I think - he's incredibly interesting, and dare I say, too good to be true? What scares me most of all, that I can write to him as me, carefully selecting and constructing the things I want to say, because I know he appreciates it. I don't know where it will lead, but I hope we continue to write to one another, and maybe, at the very least I'll have a friend in him. It's just so exciting to find one of 'my people'... it's serendipitous.
Being surrounded by assholes, makes the discovery of someone authentic even more sweeter.