I suppose as children we never want to be told that we’re different. We come into our own and realise that being different is a good thing. In fact I am the type of person that feeds off making people feel uncomfortable with my ‘quirkiness’. However, we each have our limits.
The other day some colleagues of mine pulled me up on being ‘different’. Pulled me up on it to the point where I felt uncomfortable and had to leave the office. Repeatedly being told that you’re different while they all laugh at your expense is something I would never want others to experience.
What do we do about it? In society its OK for us to meet these types of narrow minded people, we can say our piece and then be at peace. In the comfort that we can walk away and we’ve not wasted that divine energy trying to change minds. In this environment I am not at liberty to tell them what I think of them.
Do I really want to? Do I have the capacity to over-stand them? I am blessed with the fact that we must embrace the ‘different’ learn from them, love them. Is it because I see that all (wo)men are created as one and the same? That we all take birth and had our beginning mapped out by the one and only Supreme Being that resides within all of us?
So I sit back and contemplate here.
This slander of my being, this lack of recognition of human spirit leaves me feeling stronger. Not bitter.
We can only teach our children to move forward and leave the narrow minds to find a way out for themselves.
Its not an easy thing to admit when people have hurt us, hurt us to the core of ourselves and our identity within this sphere of living. Instead I sit with my girlfriend and we discuss it, while Nujabes plays out through speakers.
We laugh and make love in the solace that the ones we love, are like us. Separate - yet the roots beneath the soil are intertwined. One and the same.