I have come to the realization that people really don't think about anyone but themselves. For the most part. Even people who call themselves your friends.
Of course there are always the exceptions to this, as with any generalization.
But overall I am finding it to be true.
Take my new house for example. There are three condo style home attached to each other. I am in the middle. On the one side, the neighbors are gone for a long period of time, so I don't know how they will be. On the other side, inconsiderate. They play their music loud. All I can hear in my house is their base. Rude. Do they think they live in a house? Do they think I want to listen to their music? Do they think at all?
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Who do you think you are?
It's a new year. And with new years comes reflection on the years gone by. Last night out to dinner I was reminded of my age and was thinking about how long ago 22 was and how different I am now. I feel like a whole new person.
Which got me thinking about how well people around me really know me. There are certain things about myself that when I tell people, they are shocked. It always takes me aback. I don't know if I just expect that they should know it, or what. Sometimes it really makes me wonder what kind of person they think that I am.
I know that everyone has parts of themselves that are private, parts they hide. Hidden not always out of embarrassment or shame, sometimes out of protection or fear. I know there are a lot of parts of me that few people ever get to see. It's not a bad thing. I just find it interesting when people think that they really know you inside and out, and so they make judgments about you based on what they know.
It has taken me a lot of years to get to the place in my life that I am happy with who I am. And now that I am here, I find it interesting to step back and see how others perceive me.
I've come to learn recently that some people think I am cold, some think I'm great fun, some think I will never have children, some think I am country or white-trash, some think I'm wild, and some think I am emotionally strong. Makes me stop and think what vibe I am putting out there.
Which got me thinking about how well people around me really know me. There are certain things about myself that when I tell people, they are shocked. It always takes me aback. I don't know if I just expect that they should know it, or what. Sometimes it really makes me wonder what kind of person they think that I am.
I know that everyone has parts of themselves that are private, parts they hide. Hidden not always out of embarrassment or shame, sometimes out of protection or fear. I know there are a lot of parts of me that few people ever get to see. It's not a bad thing. I just find it interesting when people think that they really know you inside and out, and so they make judgments about you based on what they know.
It has taken me a lot of years to get to the place in my life that I am happy with who I am. And now that I am here, I find it interesting to step back and see how others perceive me.
I've come to learn recently that some people think I am cold, some think I'm great fun, some think I will never have children, some think I am country or white-trash, some think I'm wild, and some think I am emotionally strong. Makes me stop and think what vibe I am putting out there.
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