Nekyia's Threshold

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Ironic Synchronicity
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2007-10-18 18:51:11
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Ironic Synchronicity - can it occur? Can something that is the opposite of whats meant be simultaneous too? Can satire and sarcasm be found in an event that seems pre-ordained in a manner not expected by logical causality? HUH?? WELL?? CAN IT??Sure.I walked in to the house after work, my foot sore, and eager to vegetate for just a few minutes before the cry "MOM, WHAT'S FOR DINNER?" was howled by the barbarian offspring horde. Instead there was a simmering pile of potential tribulations sitting in the middle of the floor -school fundraiser items. I shudder writing this. And again.My littlest entrepeneur hits the pavement with a dream of a bike or an i-pod or whatever the grand prize is on any given school fundraiser. She pounds the pavement, soliciting sales from friends and neighbors. This year she stopped random dog walkers in the neighborhood. A few people paid when they ordered, most didn't. The day to turn in the order arrived and the information flowed down the daughter to mother pipeline that if the money wasn't with the order then the items wouldn't ship. We agreed to cross off the orders of those who hadn't paid. Surely the loss of a box of over priced coconut macaroons wouldn't be mourned by a random dog walker that hadn't paid.Apparently the no-pay/no-ship information was incorrect. In the middle of the room were about 10 items unpaid, and unaccounted for. I grabbed the faded carbon of the order sheet and tried to make sense of the chaotic pile. All I knew for sure was that SOMEBODY was going to have to pay for the order. I glanced at my husband to see if he looked amiable to a new nametag - it starts with an "S" and ends with a "Y". Nope. I called my daughter over to try and unravel the fund raiser mystery. She didn't have my understanding of the situation. She thought that since it was sent without payment, no payment would be required. She is much like her mother - so her father told me a few minutes later - and the more defensive she got over the muddle the more rude she got. The more rude she got, the more warnings to desist were issued. This led to further definsiveness and finally the whole microcosmic world was in verbal flames.Computer privilages were revoked. The response - "I don't care, I have a TV." The TV was removed. Now this response is what prompted my ironic synchronicity thoughtfest. "I don't care - I have my book." ... and again the silence filled with meaning "dot dot dot" symbology needs to beused "..."The book she's reading was given to her by me last weekend after we went on a "good mother/daughter time" adventure (her words). We tromped through the woods on a deer path and talked about 'isms. Ageism. Sexism. Racism. And some isms that probably have a real word but I don't know it - religionism for one.This led me to talk about Viktor Frankl, an Austrian neurologist and psychiatrist as well as a Holocaust survivor. He founded logotherapy and was a driving force in existential therapy. He took his experiences as a concentration camp inmate and described his psychotherapeutic method of finding meaning in all forms of existance, even the most sordid ones. The most horrific ones. I told her about how he could have fled to America, but he saw a bit of a temple blown up and the commandment "honor thy mother and thy father" and decided to stay with his parents, inspite of the Nazi threat. I told her how he wrote in a book that he learned to find freedom in his mind, in spite of being a prisoner. We talked about being in a place you don't want to be in, but there you are - and at that point its totally in your power how you will deal with your circumstance. She said she'd like to read it. I wondered how long an 11 year old's attention would be held by a book entitled "Man's Search for Meaning". I was proud that she'd at least try to read it. And she has been reading it. Every night. And that was the book she took up to her room when sent there. That is ironic synchronicity.A tornado warning just sounded. Time to visit the Wizard?Off to the basement, with my family and the book.