At the house in Detroit. As I came in, there was a drum circle going on at the community center on the corner, so I wandered up, braving the whole *one block* walk up the street. All by myself in the big mean city. I don’t mean to discount it … I mean … Detroit *is* a seriously big and mean city … but come on. I can make it to the community center on the corner.
So I did. I joined the drum circle for a while … and was content to hit “1” every now and then. Wow. Some people are much better drummers than me. Then I sat outside by the fire for an hour or so, chatting with some other random guy. Out of nowhere, he said that he’s unhappy with his life and asked me what he should do. I told him to practice compassion. He asked what that meant. I said “when you drive, deliberately wish each of the other drivers a good day. Do that for six months, and then re-evaluate how you feel about yourself.”
The stoners and hippies who had come to hear what was being said were all like “woah.”
Maybe I am making some progress here. I seem to not only getting useful answers for myself … but random people are asking me for advice (again).
Also: If anyone wants to get together for food tomorrow night, I have this vague desire to see Ann Arbor. Takers? Anyone? *crickets* …
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