fuckin' Arhat, that's me.
Mar. 19th, 2007 02:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saffronhareHere's my Buddhist moment for the day on Saturday, loosely told:
My right arm was givin' me grief, to the point of clumsiness and other symptoms that indicate my body is experiencing pain. But that's not the point. The POINT is that, when it was kindly pointed out to me by two very friendly assholes (a term of affection, I assure you) that I might consider NOT doing any more with my right arm for a little while, I was able to disengage from the stimulus-response cycle. (You know the one, wherein somebody tells me I shouldn't do something and I immediately glare at them, perhaps hit them, and then push through it anyway?)
Sure, I glared. But I stopped. And thought about it. Then, I sat down right then and there to apply an ice pack and requested that one of those thoughtful people (one of whom was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agrnmn, to give credit where it's due) get me some meds.*
I decided this was a Very Enlightened Choice. I am a fuckin' Arhat, am I not?
*The other person continued to mock me -- a memory I shall store away for another time.
My right arm was givin' me grief, to the point of clumsiness and other symptoms that indicate my body is experiencing pain. But that's not the point. The POINT is that, when it was kindly pointed out to me by two very friendly assholes (a term of affection, I assure you) that I might consider NOT doing any more with my right arm for a little while, I was able to disengage from the stimulus-response cycle. (You know the one, wherein somebody tells me I shouldn't do something and I immediately glare at them, perhaps hit them, and then push through it anyway?)
Sure, I glared. But I stopped. And thought about it. Then, I sat down right then and there to apply an ice pack and requested that one of those thoughtful people (one of whom was
agrnmn, to give credit where it's due) get me some meds.* I decided this was a Very Enlightened Choice. I am a fuckin' Arhat, am I not?
*The other person continued to mock me -- a memory I shall store away for another time.
