AOB January 17rd, 2020...

Mwalimu-G

Mwalimu-G

Elder Lister
Far from naked...

1579231177077.webp

Eye test...

1579231272901.webp
 
At one time, I operated with just one cup, spoon, plate, and sufuria. A minimalist of sorts if you like. I had to wash my utensils before or after use. At the very worst, I would be having one dirty item of each, which was fairly survivable. A kunguru happened to come along. She pitied my situation and decided to equip my facility with two dozens of each item. I could now afford to go for a week or two without washing utensils. And when I had to wash them, the time, energy, and will-power required would be so enormous I would look for every excuse on earth to avoid the task, including refusing to go home. This well-meaning act by the Kunguru had suddenly introduced a serious complication in my existence. Luckily, I diagnosed the source of my woes and promptly packed the extra utensils to revert to my previous simple but functional mode. Many times in life, well-meaning gestures can turn out to be harmful.

There was this other time when I was visiting some upcountry place where I once schooled. On my way, I encountered a group of childhood friends slaving in a quarry. Naturally, I pitied them and felt guilty for having it easier in life. Incidentally, my pocket was heavy at the moment, and, therefore, did what any other self-respecting man would do. I later came to learn that economic activity in the vicinity had stopped for a few days as no man with a functioning mouth could walk unassisted. Apparently, my good friends had extended the giving spirit in the drinking dens.
Of course, I would now think twice before making a similar gesture.
 
upepo said:
At one time, I operated with just one cup, spoon, plate, and sufuria. A minimalist of sorts if you like. I had to wash my utensils before or after use. At the very worst, I would be having one dirty item of each, which was fairly survivable. A kunguru happened to come along. She pitied my situation and decided to equip my facility with two dozens of each item. I could now afford to go for a week or two without washing utensils. And when I had to wash them, the time, energy, and will-power required would be so enormous I would look for every excuse on earth to avoid the task, including refusing to go home. This well-meaning act by the Kunguru had suddenly introduced a serious complication in my existence. Luckily, I diagnosed the source of my woes and promptly packed the extra utensils to revert to my previous simple but functional mode. Many times in life, well-meaning gestures can turn out to be harmful.

There was this other time when I was visiting some upcountry place where I once schooled. On my way, I encountered a group of childhood friends slaving in a quarry. Naturally, I pitied them and felt guilty for having it easier in life. Incidentally, my pocket was heavy at the moment, and, therefore, did what any other self-respecting man would do. I later came to learn that economic activity in the vicinity had stopped for a few days as no man with a functioning mouth could walk unassisted. Apparently, my good friends had extended the giving spirit in the drinking dens.
Of course, I would now think twice before making a similar gesture.
Click to expand...
You shouldn't regret after all they were happy from your generosity.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top