Today I left work early, as I felt the need for refuge (Thank you Jhanon, there is nothing weak in taking refuge). A very egotistic co-worker was on a "rampage" today. I've began noticing others much more fluently, reading them, and his ugly head reared my direction. He's been doing this quite a lot actually. I believe he has caught on to my equanimity. I sense he feels threatened by it. Perhaps my facade has not been good enough. Now i have no anxiety in this regard, I only wish to share, and perhaps learn.
These people of our daily lives, they also wear a face. Yet theirs is one fabricated to hide emotions and trauma. They lash-out, they blame, they absolve, and they domineer. Their struggle is one of facade, they must "save face". They do so with absolute fervor.
So the situation at work was one that I needed to be there, at least for a few hours to get the place running after a stop of production, for cleanup. Equipment breaks, and is also good opportunity to "dig" into bigger mechanical/electrical issues. I recognized this co-workers attention yesterday, during the "downtime" I spoke of. I read it in his posture, his face, his words, and even some in his thoughts; Contempt. He was angry that he had to work, and believed that I was not working. Yet I was. It was that I did not "wear" any emotion, and this was my mistake. I had not been this way before the charisms. So today, I immediately recognized his contempt again, and it reminded me of how arrogant I had been to think that refuge was a sign of weakness. I did not "need" to leave work, or get away from him, none of this matters. I truly have only longed for the charisms, and work has made it a struggle indeed.
So after taking care of the immediate responsibility, I approached my boss. My boss is a very direct individual. The best way to describe his demeanor is one of "carnival barking". It is rather amusing at times to "read in between his lines" as there is also purpose within his charades. Yet dont be confused, he is one who rather enjoys to inflict damage and strife. He has coined the term; "What's going on here!?"
So he asks that I meet him in his office. We speak, rather he speaks and I occasionally attempt a response, about "an issue brought to his attention". This whole time he is probing my actions, my demeanor, my expressions. He blantantly says, "You don't give a shit, do ya!?" I finally have the chance to explain what I had done during the previous day and he very obviously conceded that I had not been AWAL, as my co-worker had suggested. Yet he still probed, he wanted a rise, something to "attack", as this is his nature. I did not give it to him, it was surprisingly very easy, not to. Yet I must say that I walked from his office with his eyes burning a hole in me. I felt his thoughts, he believes me crazy.
Now I recall some earlier posts that I made, ones that I felt I would be consumed, that I would lose myself. I believe I have. I believe I have lost the former self that was welcome among the deranged, the delusional. Why is it that they cannot accept one for what one is? It is clear that amongst them, they all notice. So what's next? Should one hide under ones mask, charade like the others? Where is the avenue of the householder?
All of this will have to wait, however. I now retreat to the charisms, as I have so longed for them. Thank you GWV for your ear.