Yup.
Today a crackhead..err.. I mean substance abuser told me I look like a 12 year old. Normally I would get offended but honestly, only a crybaby a.k.a me would take a person like that seriously.
But I didn't. Well at least not this time. And I can't really blame her since she is a drug addict that probably could care less if she made me feel inadequate because I look like a fetus. But she did say it in a way as if she were trying to insult me. When I was younger I along with the rest of my siblings was always compared to someone or something. I was either too skinny, too short, or too dark for someone's liking. And once I went to school it wasn't much different. A majority of my peers being of one race/ethnicity never forgot to point out that I was the "weird" or different girl. I was the "white" girl in the all-black school and the "black" girl in the all-light skinned school.
Ha. I know. Cry me a river, build a bridge and get the hell over it, right?
Well that's exactly how I'm starting to feel now. I think what my problem back then was I took things way too seriously. I was always trying to please somebody. I put the opinions of these people on a pedestal. And I believed every single word that came out of their annoying imperfected mouths. Note how I used the word "imperfect". That's right. I'm starting to realize that these people don't spend half as much time I do with myself, so who can take what they observe in less than 30 seconds seriously. Seriously?! Seriously. Ha.
What I am trying to say is, sometimes the best person that can judge you in an objective and maybe even in the most truthful manner is yourself. Shit, why not? You're the only person that spends 24/7 with yourself. It's not like you can really check out and take your conscious to the moon or something. You are always with you. So the next time someone says something that may seem offensive or even in an evaluating type of manner, you have to either a.) know not to take them seriously or b.) turn a deaf ear because you're already aware of what they're saying.
Ok?
ok.
Good.
But I didn't. Well at least not this time. And I can't really blame her since she is a drug addict that probably could care less if she made me feel inadequate because I look like a fetus. But she did say it in a way as if she were trying to insult me. When I was younger I along with the rest of my siblings was always compared to someone or something. I was either too skinny, too short, or too dark for someone's liking. And once I went to school it wasn't much different. A majority of my peers being of one race/ethnicity never forgot to point out that I was the "weird" or different girl. I was the "white" girl in the all-black school and the "black" girl in the all-light skinned school.
Ha. I know. Cry me a river, build a bridge and get the hell over it, right?
Well that's exactly how I'm starting to feel now. I think what my problem back then was I took things way too seriously. I was always trying to please somebody. I put the opinions of these people on a pedestal. And I believed every single word that came out of their annoying imperfected mouths. Note how I used the word "imperfect". That's right. I'm starting to realize that these people don't spend half as much time I do with myself, so who can take what they observe in less than 30 seconds seriously. Seriously?! Seriously. Ha.
What I am trying to say is, sometimes the best person that can judge you in an objective and maybe even in the most truthful manner is yourself. Shit, why not? You're the only person that spends 24/7 with yourself. It's not like you can really check out and take your conscious to the moon or something. You are always with you. So the next time someone says something that may seem offensive or even in an evaluating type of manner, you have to either a.) know not to take them seriously or b.) turn a deaf ear because you're already aware of what they're saying.
Ok?
ok.
Good.
posted by Chuckle at
6:41 AM
4 Comments:
I totally needed to read this. Well said yo, well said :) :)
i always take things too seriously...i am so sensitive and it sucks. boo. and i am confused why i just saw this post. u need to write more often.
Lol I so love this comment:
Cry me a river, build a bridge and get the hell over it, right?
This happens to me ALL the time! I look much younger than I am, and
I get comments all the time from bitter older women who obviously hate that their youth is gone! Mine may be, but I look like it's not. :-)
And now that my 12 year old daughter is 3 inches taller than me we get asked if we are sisters. I say, "YEP!!!".
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