“It’s OK. I understand.” Will’s voice sounded well rehearsed. As a counselor, she dealt with a lot of young adults striking it out in the “real world” for the first time.
“Let’s start from the beginning. Why were you asked to leave your biology class?” she asked.
Susan chose her words carefully. “I called Professor Lens an idiot, and that sparked a debate that landed me here talking to you.”
“Why did you call him an idiot?” Will asked.
“He labeled me as a transgender. Therefore, I labeled him as an idiot.” A smile caressed her lips, signaling satisfaction in her action.
“Why do you suppose he labeled you as such?” She paused. “Or better asked, what was the foundation of his accusation?”
“His deduction came from a questionnaire we had to fill out. We had to list our likes and dislikes. It was from this list that he concluded I was transgender.” Susan’s face blushed with aggravation.
“I see. If you don’t mind me asking, what did you list on the questionnaire.” Will placed her pen down, giving Susan full attention.
“My likes were sports, hunting, and fishing. My dislikes were formal events, reading romance novels, and the Cowboys.”
“Given the short list, I can see how he came to his conclusion.” Will paused. “However, it doesn’t justify his accusation. I can see that he embarrassed you in front of your peers. I will have a talk with him on that matter.”
Susan’s shoulders relaxed in relief. “Thank you.” Feeling regretful for making a scene she continued. “I just get tired of being labeled as a lesbian, transgender, or a tomboy.” Looking at her sneakers. “I was raise by my father, had three older brothers, and we lived near Smithville, in the country. At any rate, I’m me. I have my likes and dislikes. It doesn’t give anyone the right to label me. I am not one genre.” Looking up at her counselor, “Is it so hard to comprehend that labeling is wrong?
Will smiled softly. “I understand exactly what you are saying. Maybe someday, we’ll understand that error; just not today.”
- As I set soaking in the tranquility of the afternoon, I’m visited by a local hummingbird. The first part of the video is in normal speed, the middle is set in slow motion, and the end returns to normal speed. I am absolutely fascinated by this creature. Every flap is done with precision in an effort to hover. In the background one can hear the steady rhythm of the summer cicadas.
- Perhaps when the video slows down, this is how the world appears and sounds to my little friend. Thus, making a little sense of time and relativity to it.
- Hope you enjoyed this quick video as much as I have. 🙂
We are sponges soaking up everything we experience. Our ears perk up and our eyes widen to capture the essence of the moment. Then, we expel it to those around us like emotional vomit. Like it or not everyone performs this cycle. So, let’s look at two types of sponges, clean and dirt.
A clean sponge is just that. It has no filth, grime, or moldy mildew. If said sponge soaks up clean water, it will expel clean water. If that same sponge soaks up dirty water it will expel dirty water.
You at this point:What a scientific break through!
Me: I know, right?
You: Let me sum up my research thesis in one word. Duh!
Bare with me because this is where people don’t make the connection.
A dirty sponge expels dirty water. Meaning, it takes time to clean that sponge. The more dirt it soaks up, the longer it will need to be cleaned.
Going back to my first statement, we are sponges. What type of environment are we subjecting ourselves to? Do we watch only family oriented movies? Is our music pure and wholesome? Are the people we surround ourselves with positive?
We cannot help who we are forced to work with. However, we can control our actions. Either they will warm up to us or find someone else to talk to. Like minded people are attracted to each other. Stay positive and positive people will find us. It starts with what we absorb.
A fresh dawn peeks over the shadowy horizon, and a new life is born. Commuting arteries flow with morning rush hour as birds, sirens, and endless chatter eclipse pre-dawn’s silence. Today’s agendas come into view. Methodical adjustments align each minute detail with tomorrow’s dreams. Rushing, bustling, and scampering through, deadlines are met revealing the next demand. Crowded sidewalks teem with life as lunchtime approaches. Daily production suffers from the effects of digestion. “Just a few more hours.” becomes the afternoon’s motivating slogan as the “in-box struggle” beams a beacon of hope. The evening sun broadcasts an end to this mayhem. Tired and worn out from the day, red cells flood the street, flashing as they leave the concrete jungle behind. Darkness blankets the terrain as slumber takes over. This day comes to an end and lives no more.
Believe in yourself. You are your biggest advocate in this journey of life. When the chips are down and the world stands against you… you still have you. Be proud of who you are. If you cannot be proud of who you are then become that person. You are worth every bit of your time. Never let anyone take that away. Let go of the world but never let go of yourself. Always believe in yourself.
Imagine a room full of five year old children. Which child is in charge? Which child has authority to say who is better than whom? We as adults are very similar to these children. We are all equal. Yet, we place judgment on others everyday. We are quick to point out the faults of others. Why? Are we so insecure that we need to bring down others in order to improve our own self-stature? We constantly compare the success of others to the failure of our own. We create the illusion of inequality that constitutes our discontent. Our perception is askew due to our fear that we are being left out. This indeed is the action of a five year old.
Simply put, I have no right to judge you. There is no rebuttal to this statement. We are all on the same rock floating through space. Our time on this rock is limited. I can find plenty of constructive things to do with my time. Judging is not one of them. 🙂
We all have standards we live up to. These are the guidelines for meeting our own self-expectations. For most of us the foundation of these standards were instilled in us from our parents.
The problem with these expectations is that they are often imposed onto others. Self-expectation should remain as such. I have no right to impose my standards of living onto you. We have the freedom how to live each day. Parenting is the only exception to this. But, we are not talking about parenting.
Always take the time to improve yourself. Do not force improvement onto others. We all have our own path to take. Dictating to others how to live forces them to walk your path. Only one person should walk your path. Does this mean we should be alone? Not at all. Everyone does not take the same steps when moving about a house. The paths from room to room may be similar, however, the placement of their feet may be quite different.