today i asked someone, who had access to equipment, if they could make some flashings for me, but i got the impression that they didn't give a toss, and didn't want to know about it. so i went to a workshop and spoke to someone that had the appearance of being nice, but he gave me a price that was a rip off.
consequently, certain feelings started to form, and i have to work to not take them onboard. sometimes our experiences with others can leave us feeling that so-called friends, and much of humanity in general, is a waste of friggen space.
the potential of heavens and hells are within, and we are ultimately responsible for their arising. when we think that the nextdoor neighbours are keeping us up all night, ultimately it is not them that is the problem for us, we are the ones that reach out and grab hold of it, and then get burned.
many people are unwittingly feeding a garden of triffids.
