14 December 2005

Wrote a lot in my morning journal about the familar  psychological phenomenon of disappointment. In yesterday’s journal I had analysed how, for myself at least, anticipation can have positive aspects – for example, rehearsing what one might have to do in a situation – but often anticipation is the anticipation of pleasure, so the pleasure is experienced, albeit in imagination, before the actual experience itself. When the experience comes, we’ve already ‘visited’ the pleasure, and see only those aspects in which it falls short of expectation: hence disappointment. If we enter a situation without anticipation, we have the possibility of delight.

From today’s musings:

Gigs are a major source of disappointment. Never enough attention, never enough applause, never enough people, never enough CDs sold, never enough time (and blah blah blah…)
Expectation leads to disappointment.
Illusion leads to disillusionment (which can be an education).
On the positive side, preparation leads to effectiveness.
Effectivness leads to relaxation.
Relaxation leads to openness to the moment.
Openness to the moment leads to the possibility of delight.

So disappointment and delight are the two possible outcomes of any hope. OK, but best to give up hope, except the hope to act appropriately in the situation. Hope is weak. Intention is better.

Then breakfast.

Flying visit to Edinburgh to have lunch with an old friend from Scottish Widows, displaced in the recent restructure, and feeling shabbily treated. On the way home, the streets of Queensferry around the High School were full of police. It emerged later someone claiming to be armed had got into the school, then holed up in a nearby house. The police said they had had to treat it as an armed incident, although we don’t know yet if he was armed. Students at the school were locked in their classrooms.

At Jujutsu a couple of the guys knew this man, and were not completely surprised by his behaviour.

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