Becoming Lighter Than Air; Trying To Retire, Being Laughed At, and Being Unable To Retire

DAILY YOU LIVE LIFE, you interact with people, and you accumulate resentments. A snub here, a slight there, and it adds up to stress. It proves to be more trouble than its worth. You can't remember exactly what happened with whom, who said what, or when, or why. Who do I resent, and who do I not resent? If you're smart, you finally decide to just throw it all out the window, quit worrying about it, and just love the shit out of everybody, without reservation or conditions. Its so very much simpler. Eventually, you complete a new accumulation of negativity, and if you're still smart, you purge all over again, and again, you begin anew. Just love the shit out of everybody, and don't worry about it. A steady storm of correspondences! #(1) said a poet. An accumulation of grievances, neatly packaged and prepared, always ready to be broken out for inspection and some form of use. For some glorious future retribution which never seems to arrive nor matter. God, it seems so trivial. God, what is it all for? What are patterns for?, said a poet.#(2) Wipe it all away, and you become lighter than air. On April 27, 2015, I turn sixty. Six weeks ago I walked into the office and announced my intention to retire on Friday, April 24. They said "yeah, whatevah". I shrugged my shoulders, and walked out. I had done my part, had given adequate notice. Six weeks went by, and nothing much happened. Business as usual, the daily grind. On retirement day, i walked back in after work, and said: "well, um, I guess I am now retired". I was half expecting everybody to jump out of a closet, yelling and laughing, and handing me a gold watch on chain, a glass of champagne, and some finger snacks. Instead, they said "dude, you're too funny. You sure know how to keep a good joke going". My mouth fell open. I suddenly realized that to them, the whole thing was a big joke. I said: "No! Really! I'm sixty years old, nearly. I'm retired, as of now!" More laughter. Dude, they said, you look about forty five, you act about twenty five, and exactly what in the hell are you gonna do? We both know you love this job, and that you have no life outside it. So, what's your point? I just shrugged my shoulders, and said, "OK, fine. I'll see you tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow... (struts in the petty pace from day to day, said the poet) (#3). Another poet, said "confronted with great merit, the only resistance is love." (#4) Why resist? why not just love?...................poet number one: Theodore Rhoetke...poet number two:Amy Lowell...poet number three: William Shakespeare...poet number four: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe........see y'all at work..