I am reading an excellent treatise on midlife crisis, MidMen: The Modern Man’s Guide to Surviving Midlife Crisis by Steve Ochs.

Don’t let the title fool you; I’m learning just as much from it as any man would. It’s written with much humor, too, but don’t let that fool you, either; it’s chock full of “what are you doing and what does it mean” philosophy for anyone pre-, mid-, or post-crisis.

I’ll let you, dear reader, guess which end of the spectrum I’m on at this writing.

I’m reading it for various reasons (*ahem* my man the Maestro *cough*), but today I ran across a passage in which the author touches upon one of my peeves.

I don’t buy the ethereal universal balance theory, but if we observe the notion of karma in a very pragmatic, terrestrial way we start to see something logical. Here’s a really easy, basic example that comes up all the time. I will hold a door for some fucking dolt who will walk through, brain dead, without so much as a thank you glance. Okay, so now I have a choice. I can resent myself for having extended this courtesy to someone so undeserving, or I can accept that what I’m doing is making sure that I live in a world where somebody holds the fucking door for somebody by actually being the somebody who holds it [emphasis mine]

Ouch. I spend an inordinate amount of time and energy being irritated at people who don’t notice basic etiquette and don’t respond in kind when really, I shouldn’t care. I should do it to make this world a better place, one small action at a time, with or without anyone else’s approval or help.

Oh, the book also has at least one quiz that made me go, “Aw, shit,” quietly, reluctantly, and out loud.

I’ll let you, dear reader, once again figure which one out on your own.

Worth it.

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