Like normal people

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MARCH 20, 2018

First day of Spring. It's raining. 

There are monks living in monasteries who go out each day carrying bowls to collect donations of food from the community. Whatever they collect is what they eat that day. If nothing is given, they don't eat. It's done not because they can't afford food, but as a practice of accepting what is given.

That would be a difficult practice for me. It's one of the many reasons I wouldn't make a very good monk. I would always be thinking: "Can't we just go to the grocery store for once and buy food like normal people?"


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Beer played a central role in my high school experience. Weekends were focused on finding parties that had beer, or, if there were no parties, finding some way of getting beer. Much time and energy were expended in these pursuits.

The first time I tried beer I hated it, but I drank it anyway. Not drinking beer in high school because you didn't like the taste would be like wearing a t-shirt that said "I'm a loser, please spill your drink on me".