One Down, More to Go…
IT WENT well enough, I suppose. I was mostly ignored, which I expected. I’m just not that big a deal to the world at large. It’s taken me many more years than it should have for me to figure that out. But I have. Still, I was ignored much more politely than I anticipated. Chalk one up for civility.
Of the hundreds of people that strolled by, maybe six engaged with me during my morning shift (8-12:30). The evening outing was a different learning experience. First, the late afternoon wind gusts whipping down from the Sierra scattered my flyers, a kind of blessing in disguise because the people who scrambled to help me were my only connections during that shift. Turns out, downtown Saturday night is agenda driven, and that agenda is escape and entertainment. I might have figured that out myself beforehand, but this way I know for certain. My contribution was to just add background color to the revelry. Don’t need to do that again.
Of the hundred-plus people that walked by, maybe six engaged”
Next go round, I will stay at my morning station and add an afternoon shift. At least there, the people who ignored me still actually saw me. That’s something.
And, also as expected, my coffee invitation for the next morning was a no-show. I thought it nice to give people an opportunity to chat since I was fasting in silence. Not nice enough, apparently, so don’t need to do that again either. Learning as I go.
It is what it is.”
For me, just showing up was success. I needed to do something to abate my baffled rage at humanity’s (America’s?) general indifference to the coming climate cataclysm that is now happening in real time all around us. And, in the actual face of that indifference during my fast, it did calm some of that rage. It just is what it is. Doesn’t mean I’m giving up action. Just seeing more clearly that most people are either unable to grasp what is happening, or if they do, that they have any choice but to let it happen. As Walt Kelly noted way back in 1971…
So I’ll be at it again, at least through September. Might as well. The fasting wasn’t all that difficult, in fact it induced a bit of a nice, spacious buzz. And the sense of doing something, even as insignificant as this, was helpful to my own psyche.