Inspired by Mariana, and the poem she shared, I thought I'd share a post from one of my other blogging places.... Like Ebeneezer Scrooge, I am learning the importance of people in my life. Not THE people in my life. The lack of that definite article is crucial. I've already loved my husband and kids, and all our close friends.
I mean People. With a capital "P."
I've always said that I don't like people. Really, what I've meant all this time is that I didn't really care for Me. The way I am around people. Awkward? Overbearing? Over-compensating.
With a little help, I've learned that I Am Fun To Be With. Who knew? I am learning that filling the path of life with people? Makes for a more interesting walk.
So, here's to people. And thanks for letting me catch up.
nazdarovja ma, could not agree more :)
ReplyDeletethat show be: MAW, not ma :(
ReplyDeletemiddle, i think i really 'get' what you mean here. i'm glad you see yourself as fun to be with; i'm sure it's true.
ReplyDeletethere are many people who cross paths with me. i'm learning to recognize some who are special, for one reason or another, and i'm learning that even a a one-time smile or connection is important.
thanks for writing this. i can relate to it.
xo
kj
"what I've meant all this time is that I didn't really care for Me. The way I am around people."
ReplyDeleteThe way you act or the way you feel?
There is a lot to be said for age and wisdom. The one is easy to come by, the other isn't. Sounds to me like you are getting the wisdom part down. Nice going.
ReplyDeleteI fully agree with Annie and KJ. Some people get older but learned absolutely nothing, some people have gained wisdom and understanding for others. You cannot love mankind, that is impossible, but at least you can try to understand the people around you. Think small and big at the same time. It is not easy for me to talk about feelings in English, so I hope you will have a bit understanding for me too :-)))
ReplyDeleteMy brother-in-law is a reclusive sort. He once said "I had friends once and I didn't like it."
ReplyDeleteI think it's because of the way he feels about himself.
I understand this, what you said. We all have to work at friendships and being comfortable with ourselves as well as with all kinds of people.
My husband and I got together with a new couple last night. On the way home I told my husband that I didn't think the guy resonated with me at all. Silly, but I let that color my mood for the whole visit and I'll bet you he didn't have any problem with me at all. I had a problem with me.
I'm rambling, but I liked your post.
You are amazing. Really.
ReplyDeleteI love this and I think that only honest people should live on Blogland Lane.
Love Renee xoxo
I like the way you share these deep thoughts with us, makes me think as well.
ReplyDeleteLooking at Renee's comment, I understand her perfectly, but I'm afraid that dishones people are everywhere, they are a part of our lives.
So it would be utopic to think that we can remain without.
"My husband and I got together with a new couple last night. On the way home I told my husband that I didn't think the guy resonated with me at all. Silly, but I let that color my mood for the whole visit and I'll bet you he didn't have any problem with me at all. I had a problem with me."
ReplyDeleteWhen I've been in that kind of situation, the hard part was knowing that I had nothing to give to the interaction that would be appreciated because the mix was wrong--somewhat like oil and water. I wouldn't say though, that the only problem was the one I had with myself. I see it as more like being a potted plant in a situation in which it couldn't thrive. Finding who at fault for the way I felt--me or the other person--wasn't the issue.
Gaaah! I had a whole big thingy typed out responding to all of you and sharing the love and Gaaaah! It's gone.
ReplyDeleteSuffice it to say that this has been like a Christmas morning for me, seeing all the wonderful things you all have to say to me and each other. THIS is what Blogland Lane is about. I may have to move here, for reals!
I think that part of the issue that I have, and studio lolo has as well, is the need to give it time. Because I tend to feel awkward, and feel like I behave like a dork (to answer Snowbrush's question), it's easier to avoid the situations altogether. What I've learned, like Scrooge, is that this is not a good idea. That life is much richer when we let people in.
The question I arrived at after reading lolo's comment is this: What is the line between giving it time, and trusting your instincts about that initial feeling?
You are all awesome, and Weineke - your English is beautiful.