June11
Today I learned that my father had a penile implant.
That is all.
March12
What I learned today is a little bit different than usual, because I already know it, but it’s easy to forget.
I got involved in some internet drama a couple days ago, because I believe in tolerance, and personal responsibility. While I don’t regret speaking up at all, I found that my words fell on deaf ears to the person who I felt needed to hear them the most. When I was ready to put it all behind me, that person continuted to goad me. And I let it happen.
What I remembered today is:
- As real and right as your positions are to you, on even commonly held truths, other people do not all look at things the same way. It’s a hard pill to swallow, really. This explains the phenomenon of the cheating spouse who is so suspicious of the other for cheating. In their mind, *they* would cheat, so the other spouse must be able to do so, as well. It also explains how we are so stunned when someone does something we would *never* do. It’s hard to accept that some people don’t think our values, especially when we genuinely feel they uphold others to the extent that they ought to be upheld, are important, or even valid. It’s hard to accept that some people really, sincerely, see nothing wrong with hurting someone else, but go batshit when someone hurts them in the same exact way. So sometimes we try to talk the truth into them, or our version of what the truth is. Maybe it’s right, and maybe it’s not, but the real truth is that no one learns anything until they are good and ready to learn, and talking to a hostile, defensive person about another way of doing things or seeing things is just not going to work. Some people are just unable to see things except in the context of how it relates to their own feelings or beliefs. And sometimes that is hard to accept. Especially when the point you are tyring to make is to be tolerant and responsible and realize you aren’t the only one who was hurt.
- There is a difference between participating, and investing yourself in something. I participated, and I’m glad I did. But I got invested somehow that I could open someone’s eyes to a broader truth than they were willing to consider, and I completely set myself up for disappointment. It was easy to get angry when it became apparent I was beating my curly head against a wall.
- There is a fine line between being snarky, and being rude. I am grateful for the reminder to err on the side of caution. I want to be myself and write the way I speak. I want someone to read my words and understand my speech patterns through the words I choose. I want the laughs I get in real life to translate into laughter from my readers. But I do not want to be hurtful or rude in the name of being true to my voice. My voice is sarcastic; it is not cruel.
I was ready to put the mess in question behind me yesterday, and that is what I tried to do. I let myself get pulled back in the mire,m but it won’t happen again. I am going to take my lessons remembered and chalk it up to experience that made me a little bit wiser.
Angel Smith posts regularly at CheekySweetie.com about her messes and more frequently, the ones her family makes for her to clean up. *sigh*