You rock. Them? Not so much.
I spend a lot of time observing people. I am a people observer. That sometimes gets me into a bit of trouble because I also have a basic inability to hide my truest impressions. This is why I spend (or try to spend) a lot of time reflecting before I actually address things. Sure, I don't like conflict...but that's not the sole purpose of my quiet. I'm more driven by making sure what I say is true for me and as honest a representation of my beliefs as I can muster.
But there are times when my passion get the better of me. I used to love that I had moments when I would leap to conclusions, climb atop a soapbox perched on high and rage to the skies. Problem is, the clean up after some of those moments was more than my heart could bear. And so I've learned to pace myself.
And yet...I'm still a people observer. And people can be the source of my greatest joys and my deepest anguish.
More than ever as I grow older, I find myself shaking my head at the irony of ego, perception, self truths and hidden insecurities. I want the people I know and respect and admire to see what is so incredibly wonderful, engaging and admirable about them. Because they are the least inclined to acknowledge it. The most beautiful spirits are constantly overlooked in favor of the egomaniacs who constantly recycle overused philosophese and trite motivational catch phrases that they've never even successfully applied to their own lives. They do not live the fundamental truths they wish you to admire.
I wish the people who don't think they are cool knew how much they actually rock. I also wish more frauds and perpetrators knew how much they do not.
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I see this a lot with young kids, high schoolers, but even grown adults. So sad. I ran into two of them in a class this weekend. I couldn't believe how desperate they were to be perceived as 'cool'.
Perfectly stated.
You always have the best posts.
Very nicely stated luv. I attempted the people observer thing one time and found lots of peace and solace watching folks interact with those around them. Family members, a woman at a check out stand with the clerk behind the counter, and even little babies playing with each other.
Problem is, when I attempted to do this, I was at the airport. And as good and fun as it was to see the moving to and fro and interaction of people, watching some "nasty" people do things began to gross me out. I was at an airport after all and it just went bad really fast. Maybe it was where I attempted to people watch. I don't know. But I don't do it as much anymore.
But kudos to those that do rock. Hey miss Cherrie! That be YOU!!!