Not here to be reasonable

“Mate, I’m not here to be f*cken reasonable!”

- Some well-dressed guy at the football.

Being a parochial sports fan is one thing. Objecting to basic facts is another.

The guy next to us was so one-eyed I eventually said something. His response was perfect.

Because in that moment he wasn’t trying to be fair. Or even coherent.

He was being a rabid sports fan, and he was in exactly the right place. In his eyes, I was the unreasonable one. And he had a point!

We get to choose who we are depending on the context.

If we’re grounded in our values, we can match our behaviour to the moment.

You don’t need to be the same person everywhere. You just need to not be a fraud anywhere.

As Walt Whitman put it:

“I contain multitudes.”

PS. The guy at the end commentating on my shithouse plays is Dom Bareford. He’s a decent frisbee player and a LITERAL WORLD CHAMPION HOT AIR BALLOON PILOT.