Not here to be reasonable

<p>“Mate, I’m not here to be f*cken reasonable!”</p><p>- Some well-dressed guy at the football.</p><p><br></p><p>Being a parochial sports fan is one thing. Objecting to basic facts is another. </p><p><br></p><p>The guy next to us was so one-eyed I eventually said something. His response was perfect.</p><p><br></p><p>Because in that moment he wasn’t trying to be fair. Or even coherent. </p><p><br></p><p>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!</p><p><br></p><p>We get to choose who we are depending on the context.</p><p><br></p><p>If we’re grounded in our values, we can match our behaviour to the moment.</p><p><br></p><p>You don’t need to be the same person everywhere. You just need to not be a fraud anywhere.</p><p><br></p><p>As Walt Whitman put it:</p><p>“I contain multitudes.”</p><p><br></p><p>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.</p>