A sampling — a sliver, really — of outrage from my Facebook feed.
- Why aren’t you outraged every single day?
- This should outrage everyone who reads it.
- Where’s the outrage about this guy??
- After a week of constant outrage and fear, I’m physically and emotionally ill.
- Study Finds People Are Morally Outraged by Those Who Decide Not to Have Kids
- Anti-pot billboards’ awkward race commentary sparks outrage
- Outrage As White Teacher Tells Black Student Her African Themed Prom Dress Is Too Tacky!
- Vanity Fair outrage: Michelle Obama, not Melania Trump, makes International Best Dressed List and…
- Stop Pretending to Be Outraged by Kathy Griffin’s Gross Video
Besides social media exposures to outrage, there are also real life exposures to outrage. I can’t remember a time of so much outrage. Can you?
We’re Being Played
The Internet has elevated an old currency to an unprecedented level of importance: our attention. Continue reading Sacrificing Our Outrage
With St Patrick’s Day upon us, I know this weekend is about all things Irish, but I want to share a Chinese proverb.
Once there was a poor farmer. He was able to grow just enough to feed his family. One day his horse ran away.
“BAD LUCK!” the neighbors cried. “Now you won’t be able to work the fields.”
The farmer shrugged. “Good luck, bad luck — who knows?”
Continue reading Good Luck, Bad Luck, Who Knows?
The parking lot was not full when I drove up. I slid into one of many available spots, grabbed my mat and headed in to a yoga class. I got some exercise, met my physical and mental edge, practiced staying present, and closed with a moment of stillness.
That last step was important.
Because when I came out to my car, this is what I found.
My zen evaporated and a rush of anger come over me. I stormed back into the gym, thinking of all the ways I wanted to make this jerk pay for their transgression. Jackass.
Continue reading I Got Jackassed. TWICE.
When I’m dissatisfied with someone, I can often trace the feeling to a dissatisfaction with myself.
So, if I could truly love myself, would I more easily love those around me?
I’m critical. I may get that from my dad. He always wants to make things better — a good trait. But here’s what would happen when I showed him a school project or essay. Continue reading Perfect Imperfections