“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons”
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Many years ago there was a coffee shop in the small town I grew up in. It was called by various names but always had the same cast of characters. It was a place where you could sit for hours with a cup of coffee (or tea) and chat. You talked with people you had known for years, some you just met and some who you wished you had never met. The subject? Anything and everything. Conversations about the world and what matters in it. I intend my blog to be the same. The only rule is respect – feel free to disagree with me (in fact it makes it more interesting) – just tell me why you’ve come to a different conclusion looking at the same world.
As a society, we don’t tend to have deep conversations with loved ones or strangers. I think the reasons for this are many – we don’t have time to think things through and come up with our own opinion, we’re afraid of offending others or we don’t think our opinion matters. We figure we are so different from others that there’s no point in saying anything. But if we’re all so different are we really?
And what do we lose by not having those conversations? Ask the occupiers if they feel like they’ve been listened to before they took the drastic step of occupying public places. Ask people who don’t vote if they feel like they’re listened to. If we don’t speak then how can anyone hear?
I’ve moved the coffee shop online. (Just as well since the combination of a smoking ban and people spending $5 all night drove it out of business.) Welcome to Cup Conversations. Put on the kettle and stay for a bit.