Periodically I like to cut my hair short to see who judges me by the way my hair style is. It’s amazing how many people will whisper to people I know, “Is she gay?” A very good friend of mine once said I need to grow my hair because people are thinking this of me. Pfft!!
Honestly, it’s a plan folks … if you decide to make judgements and form opinions of people based on their hair style, you prove yourself to be someone I choose not to have relation with. Petty, shallow minds are of no interest to me, and one of the quickest ways to find out who is in this frame of mind is to cut the hair short, and then observe the reactions.
I’ve been in the process of regrowing my hair for about a year now. I’ve thinned the “friends list” dramatically this time with a simple change of hair style, rejecting those who do not resonate with my core being.
It is the same with tattoos. I lived 50 years without them. I once had a mental block created from taught taboo surrounding body art. I overcame that, and now will live the remainder of my days decorating myself. It is incredible to see how people behave pre adornment vs after. Oh the opinions! People love to tell me how I’m wasting my money, or that these things are permanent and how they would never do it! I would say it was funny, if it weren’t so sad. Once again people pass judgement based on appearances, rather than on what they can learn of the heart of someone.
It is also sad that when it comes to finances used, they have no idea what transpired in order to free up that money. Sometimes “corporations” get so used to stealing from hard working people, some of us flip the finger and shout a big ol’ F you, and spend the money elsewhere.
Whatever … I’m done trying to please other people. There are far too many out there, with far too many ideas on what I should do, who I should be, how I should act, what I should wear, or what I should say. Pfft!! To them, I say, “Worry about your own damn stuff!” and just pretend you never met me. It’ll be better for all of us.
Now, there are those who I work with on certain subjects, because I know their hearts are pure, and they are kind souls, who may be under the influence of another’s mind set, or ideals. We’ve all been there at one time or another … some break free from the ‘herd mentality’ while some never leave the comfort of it. Either way, these situations are there for all people to see more clearly … if they choose to.
Every once in a while, which is far less often that it once was, I’ll find myself cussing someone who cut me off while driving, or I’ll think to myself, ” what a jerk” about someone behaving like an ass. Thankfully, nowadays, those thoughts are pretty immediately followed by, “Am I this jerk I see before me? Do I act like an ass?” And then I’ll try to slip on their shoes and begin to wonder what their day has been like, or their life. How many people have hurt them in any form of the many ways there are to cause someone pain. How long have they endured these trials before ‘snapping’?
I can only hope that there are those out there who will afford me the same consideration when I slip.
Let us forgive each other when we catch a slip up, (there’s a difference between a slip up and being unreasonably judgmental and controlling) and let us forgive ourselves when we notice we are slipping up too. It’s inevitable. No matter how nice you try to be, there will be those moments of “blah” … it’ll just come flying out. It’s hopeful that it will be noticed before it’s even finished being said, and the effort to remain in control of thought and action will begin once more.
Choice … it’s where our power dwells. We can choose to be antagonistic and somewhat, or flat out, cruel ~ or we can practice breaking down taught and trained behaviors, replacing them with something far more substantial and in alignment with our deepest self. What we wind up being then, is our own creation and not that of those who were tasked with raising us, mates we may have hooked up with in the past, or that of peers we’ve experienced through time.
Becoming our authentic self is no easy task, especially when surrounded by others whose desire is for us to bend to their will. Remaining firm and strong, standing tall, and in love with who we choose to be … it takes a Will beyond any other. A unique and beautiful soul, working toward inner and outer harmony, is a dangerous person to be, for this is the core of what threatens those who desire to cage and limit us.
Stubborn? Willful? Maybe … probably … and I wouldn’t want it any other way … I’ve already tried them, and they didn’t work out.