Today isn’t looking so good for blogging. Although my mind is racing with all sorts of ideas, finishing a thought eludes me. The things I truly want to write about venture into delicate territory for those in my life who may inadvertently decide to read my blog. This is where finding my voice through writing said blog is thwarted and I don’t know if it’s a fear they might recognize themselves through my words and be hurt, or fear they may never recognize how they are perceived by their peers. Either way, is there a benefit in being open with my view on the social skills of those around me – even if my intentions are honorable?
I’m in no means in a position to cast that proverbial stone, however I’m rather aware of the progress I’ve made in how I deal with family, friends, coworkers, and society in general. Someone made a comparison long ago about the people in our lives and it stuck with me– everyone is a typecast of someone from high school. You have your snobs, jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, teacher’s pets, that one person who asks the most obvious question in class that makes you roll your eyes, or the rebel who always seem to hang out in the smoking area outside the cafeteria. . . the list goes on. I believe it’s true overall, yet there is just a little concern where others might place me.
What kills me is that more often than not, the personalities that people portray, or are conceived as portraying, generally would make them shutter at the idea someone may think they’re a snob, although they’re just shy. That they are a know-it-all, just because they like to share the benefit their knowledge; or, even if they’re a jackass but really trying to put a smile on someone’s face.
My goal, at this age in my life is essentially to make those who seek my advice realize that there is always another point of view, a reason for someone’s behavior if you will. Being quick to judge, taking things personally or ignoring someone is such a bad practice and never makes you feel better. I always try to assume that the person in front of me has good intentions first. Isn’t that SO much better than assuming someone’s an asshole? Seriously.
My question is - wouldn’t it be so much better on your psyche to choose a more positive approach when it comes to dealing with others?
Hmm, I’m thinking that maybe today was a good blog day after all.
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