You’ve made plans to go to a business conference. You made a mistake when you calendared the event, so you arrive at the hotel ballroom thinking you are twenty minutes early when, in fact, you are forty minutes late.Gulp.Photo by: US Department of Education
From September of 2011, an early look at some of the ideas that went into Nine Empathies and Shyly’s delight. –GSS
We had a visit from an IRS agent last week.
I was tied up, so my wife Cathleen dealt with him: He needed either me or our accountant to contact him.
We’re five years behind in tax filings, but any attention the precious feds pay to us is a money-losing proposition — for them. We make money some months, lose money many others, but we have been unprofitable, year by year, since 2006. Whatever we might owe can’t amount to a fart in a gale of wind — and we can’t pay it anyway. There is no point in our filing returns, but, even if we wanted to, we couldn’t. We can either each work 100+ hours a week, thus to keep our business barely afloat, or we can do useless government paperwork and drown. I think we have made the wiser choice. To say the truth, I don’t give a rat’s ass if they throw me in jail, so it’s just as well I didn’t get a chance to meet the agent.
But afterward I was aware that Cathleen was totally freaked out. Thoughts racing, stomach churning, unable to get back to work. I couldn’t feel it, lucky me, but I could see it in her face and in her manner.
Very interesting to me. We’ve been talking a lot about the idea of the existential — what really happened — which is best contrasted with the imaginary.
Looking at a very distressed Cathleen, I said, “Holy cow, were you arrested?”
“No, of course not.”
“Handcuffed?”
“No.”
“Were you perp-walked on the TV news? Locked up with drooling predators?”
“None of that happened.”
“Then why are you reacting as if it had?”
Boom. A blinding epiphany. I understand a lot about how I think, and (more…)