Alfie

On a recent flight to visit my sister and her family we experienced a combination of factors that resulted in arriving more than 12 hours late. Certainly not a personal best but maddening and exhausting nevertheless.

When we finally deplaned, I looked at the pilot and said that I wanted to be angry with someone but I realized there didn't seem to be anyone in particular at fault. And that in itself was the problem. Noone to blame.

Maybe it's something very ancient in my psyche that wants to assign guilt and/or responsibility to someone or something when things go wrong. Somebody screwed me over; someone has to pay; the scales of justice must be balanced. All that" life isn't fair" crap just doesn't cut it.

I bet you know exactly what I mean and I imagine even your best Zen moment, turn the other cheek, "it's all good", Desiderata rationale doesn't always work.

Hell, I've had a running war with inanimate objects for as long as I can remember. There are no accidents.

So, lesson learned? Not really. But for a brief moment I did ask myself, "What's it all about, Alfie"?