January 6, 2020-
I have long been tagged as “an individual”, mostly in an admiring way. The practice of setting one’s own course is often seen with adoring eyes, from a distance. It is at the same time true, of many of those who look favourably upon the people who chart their own course, that there is a compelling need to follow the herd.
I have actually, in these later years, especially, found a fair amount of satisfaction in fitting in with society’s reasonable expectations. I derive pleasure from honouring the queue, the sense that everyone else is just as entitled to respect, kindness and regard for their time, their hopes and dreams as I am. Being a Bull in The China Shop stopped working for me, even before I met Penny. Patience, indeed, has provided me with a keen sense of observing what is going on around me-things I’d have missed, in my late teens and twenties.
These thoughts came to mind, as I read Jordan Peterson’s notions on conformity. It is true that the majority of things that society at large does, in a day, and the way in which these are done, is composed of what works.
Generations, though, will have their own take on matters, and the practice of the quotidian will change, with time. I have found some of the methods put forth by the rising generations, in facing our day -to- day problems, actually make perfect sense-and so, I have adapted some of these in my own daily life. I do so, knowing that I am not a Baby Boomer trying to be a copy cat, but a sentient being, gratefully adapting to a rather promising time. My use of paper and plastics is down, for example, and I am maintaining a keen interest in the more organic foods and medicines that have emerged, over the past decade.
I do not sense the queue will disappear, nor will its underlying sense of order- but it will be accompanied by a stronger sense of inclusivity-not willy-nilly, but sensible, as we recognize a more unified order.