In my next life I will do things differently.
In elementary school there was a mean girl. She was little, cute, had wiry hair and a sharp tongue. She was the center of a noisy group of kids at the lunch table every day. Then there was another girl, always smiling, sitting with herself or a couple others. She was chubby. Then there was me. As unsocial then as I am now but less tolerant of injustice. I mostly sat alone because I was grossed out by all the food and whatnot that spit out of kids mouth while they talked with their mouths full. I can still feel the gag seeing bits of their chewed food land on my bologna and cheese. There were often kids who wanted to sit with me at lunch, and that was fine. But they knew the rules. No talking while my sandwich was out. And they listened to me. Obeyed, if you will.
Nobody listens to me today.Not even me!
Back to the elementary school lunch table. So one day after a long period of observing the mean girl abuse the chubby girl day after day, tampering with her food and calling her fat, I decided I could not sit quietly by and ignore this injustice. I turned to the mean girl, sandwich in hand, and said, “Hey. I don’t think what you are doing is nice, maybe if you make me understand I will enjoy it too.” Mean girl was stunned, as was the rest of the table. Cus I was never talks with food in mouth girl. I continued. “Why do you like to make her feel sad every day?” When Meanie couldn’t respond I added, “How would you like it if she called you ‘frizz head’? Cus she has beautiful soft hair and you don’t. Then the whole table might make you cry every day.”
Swear to goodness they became best friends after that. I did that. And other things too. That’s just my favorite because it made a huge difference to the girl getting picked on and to our whole lunch table.
Now somewhere between then and now, I changed. Became complacent. No longer cared about fighting for anybody, anything, or even myself. Life was good, so what was the point in stirring shit up? Or making people mad? Instead of being interested in righting wrongs and challenging ideas, I made excuses. “Oh he didn’t mean it that way”, “she really is sweet, she was just having a bad day”, etc. Somewhere along the way it became important to make everyone around me happy, which is what made me happy, so everyone should have been happy except that some people are morons and you can never make them happy and in so trying you will drive yourself insane. See what I’m sayin’
Which made me think. If I had it to do all over again, I would have made myself a cape after that first big impact I made at the lunch table in elementary school. I would have worn it with pride during lunch to remind myself to stay sharp and keep close tabs on lunch room and recess injustice. It would have also surely kept other kids far enough away from me at lunch that I didn’t have to duck their flying moist morsels.
Later, when I became the object of some mean girl attacks, my cape would have kept me strong instead of sending me home in tears. It also would have likely brought on more attacks, but the point is, I wouldn’t have cared.
You know, maybe I don’t have to wait til my next life now that I think about it. Why can’t I start right now?
Hey neighbors! You across the street that park your cars in the front yard… this is a SUBDIVISION. You don’t park in your lawn. If you want me to get technical, you are supposed to MOW it!
Dish Network. We are THROUGH! You charged me way too much in 1997 to BUY my dishes. Who does that? You said it was so my service would move with me from residence to residence. But they all do and nobody buys the dishes anymore. You continue to charge me too much for service AND you took all the good high def channels away. The new batch sucks! You know who else moves their service with you? Direct TV. Yeah. DirectTv in Texas, Direct Tv in Florida, Direct TV in New York, wherever I want to go. So watch yourself, cus I am making some changes. you might want to consider bringing that cool high def travel channel back along with those extreme sports.
School District: Don’t make me put my cape on and come up there. You brag about your superiority and special programs. Why has it taken four years under your watch to run some tests and figure out what to do with us? He experienced more trauma by 9 than you will likely see in a lifetime, yet you label him manipulative and deny him assistance? That’s not nice. Let me tell you what I think…
Family. I work from home. That means you are lucky and don’t have to go to daycare. Or pay for daycare. It doesn’t mean that you have a 24 hour maid. Or assistant. Or chef. Or punching bag. Also, I like to read. You may not know it because I haven’t done it in five years. But when you see me hiding in the closet with a book to my nose and my cell phone lighting the way, I do not want to see that funny commercial with Sam & the chicken or watch you test drive the latest skate board couse you made with Tony Hawk. I’m good.
Hey Friend! That’s called littering. And I am totally offended by it and plan to give you shit about it from now on. It’s also illegal. I might turn you in. And if you continue to spew ignorance out of your mouth about people who are different from you, you don’t get to be my friend, even if we’re family. Unless you are reading this blog you won’t even realize what’s happening. You’ll simply be history.
That’s just the beginning. There is nonsense brewing all over the place. Have you noticed? What are you doing about it? Are you fighting for what you believe in or turning the other cheek to keep your own private peace? It’s not too late to wake up and start giving a shit. Let’s do it together.
What bugs you? What beliefs have you ignored or things have you allowed to happen in the name of keeping the peace? What do you want to do differently?