If there is anything I've learned during my lifetime...I've definitely come to an understanding, perhaps not a complete one, of difference and sameness. I've come to realize that even in all of our attempts to actuate unique-ness in our youth and throughout our adult lives...there is such a large and inevitable extent to which we are all the same and will remain the same. I fought this reality until rather recently when I became very settled with the fact that no one really "jocks" anyone else; most ideas you've had have been or will be had by someone else.
I generally break a lot of rules because I don't recognize their existence in the first place. I never shun a possible friendship because some social rule might not allocate for that friendship...I make it happen. If I see something that I like about a person, I don't really care that they might be friends with the devil. I am not saying that I'd be friends with a rapist or a serial killer. What I struggle with, however, is that no one seems to get me. I know, I sound like a whiner.
I wrote a lot in a previous post about society's trained inability to trust and I blame that mostly for what I experience when I am open and genuine with others and they still act like utter assholes. But is that what it is really? This is not an outcry because I "don't have friends" or "I feel sorry for myself." Best believe, I've got all the people I need, especially my sisters and those I've encountered through the web of chaos that has been my life. I am just curious as to why a person, like me, who can see past affiliation and social code most of the time, can be seen as a hater or as trying to take something away from others. Don't really get that...feedback welcomed.
As for my rant...if someone doesn't like me I encourage them to leave and go about their lives. Most times they don't do that...they'd rather blow our encounter way out of proportion than just cut the cord.
I'll step down now.
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