100 Holes

So I didn't finish the First Annual 100 Holes Frisbee Golf Invitational, our latest brainchild. Andy, Jubb, and Colin went on to Telulah Park and finished the last of five courses, but I was sick of the marathon and, if we're going to be honest, not in serious competition with anyone. Jonas and The Politician had their errands as well, so maybe we'll do Telulah soon.

(I can't tell why I'm not still dubbing new people; I thought I had conceptual reasons but now I suspect it's laziness)

I was outdoors playing Frolf for about eight hours, all told. I think I got a little tan, from all that unusual exposure to natural light.

As far as socialization goes, I got a little annoyed, but I didn't get frustrated by people who were frustrating or people who were frustrated, despite ample face time with both categories.

That in itself is a triumph, a true test of endurance: I don't know how to handle people I don't like.

As I was explaining to The Politician the other day (in one of my all-too-frequent self-absorbed rants) I ignore people who annoy me and stew silently around people I dislike. It's rude, and, worse, it creates horrible spiral of hatred and despair.

But I don't mind those little side-effects. It's inconvienent, is the thing. I don't like changing my entire pattern of behavior to something so less-enjoyable (i.e. sitting silently) just because someone else has a glaring personality flaw.

So as part of my self-improvement kick, I've resolved to learn tolerance. I'm not the one with the problem--these people are--but I shouldn't let people I don't care about influence me in any negative way.

I used to have tolerance, by-the-by. But I've become more cynical, so that's gone. I can't confront the world honestly and not be put off by millions of its residents.