Did you know that? I'm not compassionate. Occasionally I am, given the right set of circumstances and people. I'm not overly touchy-feely. Nor wishy-washy. I don't put up with excuses or delays or blah blah blah. I call things as I see them, verbally many times. And on my face and in my emotions other times.
I had an encounter over the transition into the new year -- which I'm calling Lucky '13 by the way. The encounter was unexpected and completely out of the blue. I was told that I'm not compassionate and that some people will spend their lives trying to earn my approval. My approval is hard to come by, just for the record. I actually don't even consider those sorts of thoughts except on a very rare basis. But that's the problem, apparently. I don't consider it.
I'm just me. Black and white. Sensible. Able to see processes and procedures easily and am not enamored with diversions to get where I'm going. I would say that more than half of the world is in the way of where I want to go. Not a lot of fluff or patting on the back. I'm a get things done sort of guy. If you want a problem solved, you'll come to me. If you want to simply talk about solving a problem, you won't come to me. I expect everyone to pull themselves up by the boot straps and stay focused. I know, I know....a big ethereal sort of nonrealistic vision. But I'm relatively comfortable right there.
So I start Lucky '13 with a new set of accusations. Ones that I've known about for a very long time. Ones, even, that I think about from time to time. None of the finger-pointing at me was a surprise. You see, I have lived with myself for nearly 51 years now. I know myself quite well. And I'm nearly completely comfortable there. But these things do cause a moment for pause and reflection. And when the new year is still so fresh, reflection is paramount.