An Almost Tolerable Person
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Does it stink, getting older?
(Spoiler Alert: It does not.)
We all have questions.
-How do we deal with life when it invades the pristine shoreline of our plans?
-How will I move on from loss?
-Am I spending too much time looking back?
-Is it OK that I'm not OK?
(Spoiler Alert: Yes, it is.)
You are not alone. Robert Kugler has been there.
In AN ALMOST TOLERABLE PERSON: UNCOMMON THOUGHTS ON LIFE, LOSS, AND LOOKING BACK, Robert looks at those questions, looks back on how a global pandemic might have impacted his life in the late 1980's and takes a look at personal loss and what he's learned about it, over and over again.
This is a book for people with questions about moving on from loss, reconciling the past in an increasingly challenging world, and for those readers ready for all the feels of this heartwarming and occasionally hysterical book.
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An Almost Tolerable Person - Robert Kugler
By Way of Introduction
I’ve been a lot of different people during my lifetime. I imagine that’s true for most people, but it’s especially true for me, I think.
I’ve been a human chameleon,
a little ball of clay,
and an awkward spaz.
I’ve been described as a nice guy,
an insecure and clingy boyfriend,
and just INTOLERABLE. Like for REAL!
All of those quotes are either from my own old journals, papers or letters. Two of those quotes are my own. I limited myself to ones that don’t have bad words in them, what we’d call normal language
back home in Jersey.
Looking back, I think I was a lot.
As I write this, almost a full year into a global pandemic, I’m in my forties and live in a middle-class suburb in Northern Virginia. There is a very sweet yellow Lab trying to get me to throw her ball again as I work on this. My three teenage children are all slogging through their virtual school day while my wife works hard at an actual job.
Spoiler Alert: I’m pretty content with where I find myself these days. We’ll talk about that more, but I wanted to get that out right away because it was not always that way. Not at all. Remember, I was once considered INTOLERABLE! Like for REAL!
As a person, I’ve always been pretty reflective. I reflect on things. Sometimes I overthink them, but I’ve always been wired that way. I’ve always looked back, particularly at the things that have gone well, or poorly. The people who I’ve loved and lost, I look back on them a lot. I think a lot about loss and always have. Now that I think about it, I kind of reflect on everything. I should reflect on that.
OK, that last paragraph is pretty clear evidence that I probably overthink things. The more I overthink about it though, I think that, to brutally paraphrase our old friend Robert Fulghum, ‘all I really need to know I learned from loss and looking back on it. Just much later on and in a roundabout way.’
It doesn’t really roll off the tongue, I know. It would look awful on a book cover, which is why you didn’t see it there, but I think it’s a pretty accurate assessment of where I find myself when I consider the journey my life has taken, the ridiculously circuitous road I’ve taken on the road towards happiness and fulfilment, and the realization that finally, (yes, finally) I might just have arrived at a point where I can tolerate myself. Where I might actually be a person who’s almost tolerable for other people to be around.
So, how did I get here?
Outside of leaving a career in education in my beloved New Jersey to become a stay-at-home dad in Hawaii, transitioning into a life of domestic tranquility with occasional jaunts into the world of professional mixology and then eventually embracing my life as an author and founder of what my son once called a somewhat successful publishing company
in an extremely public forum, I think what’s made the biggest difference in my ability to morph into the almost tolerable person before you now is that I’ve grown up a little. Also, I’ve run out of ‘forks’ to give about what pretty much anyone thinks about me, my life, and my choices.
Yes, that’s right, the almost tolerable author, who hopes you love this book and go review it and share it with all your friends and help make it a huge bestseller so that his in-laws will finally have a reason to brag about something he did to their friends, really doesn’t give a ‘fork’ what you think about those things. For real. Mostly.
That said, I’ve already spoiled the fact that I’m pretty good with where I am in life right now, even during a pandemic. I may have given that bit away, but there’s a lot more to say about how I got there, so definitely keep reading. Looking back, it seems like the mass of my years were spent nowhere near any kind of good with where I was
much less pretty good, so there’s a lot to talk about in this slim little volume.
When I was writing the Avery & Angela series of novels, finding my mind in the headspace of an eighteen-year-old kid was informative at times and gave me an interesting perspective on my own journey to adulthood. Writing in Avery’s voice was enjoyable, but it has taken some time for me to shed that voice for other projects. In some ways, I think that attempt at a course correction is what has driven me back to writing as myself, trying to make sense of our increasingly complex world by using my own voice.
I’m not a psychologist. I’m not a therapist. I’m not a doctor. My Master’s degree is in Education and it’s written completely in Latin, so I can’t even read it without Google Translate. I’m not an influencer with millions of followers and loads of social proof. Instead, I’m a person (an ALMOST tolerable one maybe?) who, just like you, has lived a life that’s led me to this exact moment where my writing and your reading have serendipitously intersected. What a cool thing to have happened, am I right?
But seriously, I’m not an expert on anything. I’m a pretty good cook, a borderline excellent mixologist, I’m pretty good at trivia and I’m still a really strong swimmer. I’m probably not the guy you should be seeking advice from about anything seriously important.
That said, I pay attention and always have, especially when things are difficult. I listen. I think (overthink) most things and right now, I feel like the angst and hunger of my youth and the wisdom of my advancing years have collided in a pretty interesting way, and that collision has inspired me to reflect and to look back. It’s inspired me to really take a long, loving look at loss and to consider how my life might have been different but for fortune and timing. It’s inspired me to take an equally long look at myself, my choices, and the way that I have and continue to respond to loss in my life.
My hope in sharing this with you is that, if nothing else, you walk away from the pages herein feeling better about yourself. Chances are that you’re actually doing awesome and need to cut yourself a break. If you need help with something troubling, please, ask for help. It’s OK. I wish I’d done that earlier and more often, as you’re about to learn. I’m sure I’ll need to ask for help again in my life and that’s going to be OK too.
There’s a question on the last page of this book that I hope excites you as much as it excites me. There’s nothing stopping you from flipping ahead and spoiling it, but I hope you won’t. I’d rather you get there as I got there: one word at a time.
Part I:
On Looking Back
An Almost Tolerable Person Looks Back
Even before I fully embraced my calling as a writer, I had a penchant for looking back. And for writing about it. I am the guy that still has the cards, the letters, the pictures, the yearbooks, the albums, and all the boxes of stuff
that somehow, even without the many journals, which I also have, paint a picture of the editions of myself that predate the current, almost tolerable one. Some of those boxes are smaller and lighter than they once were, due to several moves, a spouse that abhors clutter, and perhaps a small measure of personal maturity.
Perhaps.
I’ve always had a tendency to look back, and not exclusively at my personal past. I love history and I love genealogy. I’ve spent thousands of hours poring over census records on Ancestry looking for new bits of insight regarding my ancestors. That particular obsession isn’t unique to me within my family tree, but it’s clearly indicative of an aspect of my personality that has long been there and isn’t going anywhere. Especially when you learn that you have an ancestor named Absalom Coolsbaugh. I mean seriously, how awesome is that name?
I imagine some measure of my tendency to look back is a natural by-product of growing up in a household that was recovering from the loss of my eldest sister a few months after I was born. (We’ll touch on that in part two of this book.) Whatever the reasons, I’ve always been someone who tends to look back. My son has often asked me, typically when I’m reflecting on something or sharing a story from years gone by, why are you so nostalgic? Why do you glorify the past?
Until recently, I wasn’t really certain how to answer him, and I would submit that I’m not certain he’s accurate in this particular assessment of me. (Don’t tell him, OK? Let’s keep this just between us.) I don’t know that I glorify the past or get sentimental about it, since a fair amount of it kinda stunk. I just remember it. In those moments, I’d usually give him a mealy-mouthed answer about how sometimes it is fun to look back, but that was never really a satisfactory answer for either of us.
In many ways, I think people look back to their past for a variety of reasons: some like to revel in their glory days,
as my friend Bruce likes to sing about. Others look back at unwise choices and use them as motivation to continue to make better choices. Still others search for meaning and understanding in events that perhaps still trouble them, or haunt them. I think, if we’re being honest, we do all of those things for all of those reasons at different times in our lives.
A friend of mine lost his mother recently and said something that resonated with me during her memorial service. He used the phrase versions of ourselves
when talking about the stages of life and the different relationships that people have over time. As I’ve grown older, that sense of being able to look back on my life in segments has become easier, and the idea that I can now consider different versions of myself with some objectivity is attractive. As I’ve grown older, I find that I’ve finally grown more comfortable in my own skin, and it’s with no small measure of satisfaction that I can now look at the younger, more impulsive, petulant, irresponsible, and intolerable versions of myself with a level of acceptance and understanding that wasn’t possible in the past.
I feel like the current version of myself might actually, finally, perhaps inexplicably, be an almost tolerable person. While I’m not certain if that says more about what a mess I was in my youth or what a decent imitation I pull off these days of being a decent person, it’s a strange and exciting place to find oneself, to be certain.
I’m in my forties now and I like to think that I’m not yet even at the midpoint of the years in which I shall walk the Earth. I’ve always said that my goal is to make it to at least 103 years old so that I can witness the tricentennial, if there’s still a United States around at that point. I’m tempered in that hope by the losses in my immediate family at times: my eldest sister died at nine, my father at fifty and my mother at seventy. My hope is that I’ll have many, many years to come watching my children grow and perhaps start families of their own. I think I’d enjoy being a grandfather, someday, but I know from experience that life comes with no guarantees. Someone wise once said that "tomorrow