Tonight Pen, ML, and I are going to a panel discussion about the future of LGBTQ rights. And what we can do about it. Ryan was going to go with us but he has become reclusive and very sour. Something we are all floundering with. Not one of us knows where Harriot is but we all assume she has found herself a wealthy benefactor and is having the time of her life.

I do have to tell you that at this moment, living as a single person in a group is the best living arrangement I have ever had. My expectations of them and their expectations of me are defused, making them manageable. I listened to a video (who knows how it found me) by a Buddhist monk who claims that expectations are the cause of most suffering in the world. His theory is that when we freely give, we innately expect reciprocity in the future, and when we don’t get it, we suffer. To me, that is a backward approach to reciprocity. It attaches it to the giving end. 

I prefer the Native approach, which attaches reciprocity to the taking end. Before you take, you should decide how or what you will give in return. That makes reciprocity an obligation—not something you sit back and hope for.

Anyway, I’ll let you know how tonight goes and if I receive any clues about saving the world.