Yeah, apparently I’m still on that introspective-thinking-about-life kick. No worries, though, it’s not directed at anyone, I promise. I sometimes get this way in the winter. Probably my version of Seasonal Affect Disorder or whatever it’s called. (Have I mentioned I’m not a winter person?)
Anyway, on Monday I posted some rhetorical questions about people and labels and misconceptions. As you might have guessed, I actually have quite a lot of experience in this field. Not a bad thing, I assure you.
I’ve always been that person who liked to root for the underdog, the cheerleader of dreamers, the YES person. You know?
*shakes pom poms* Rah rah rah!
But being that doesn’t necessarily make me deaf, or blind, or...less observant than usual. It just means that I choose to not let the cynics of the world dictate my happiness. In this same vein, neither will I allow rumors or untruths or misconceptions go ignored to the point of damage.
Okay, wait, that’s not true. It’s all damaging to some degree. So let me reword that. I won’t allow it to directly damage me or the people I love without stepping in and attempting to pacify the situation.
The other day I stumbled onto Kelly Mortimer's blog, where the (agent)blog author discusses the importance of standing up to bullies who are attempting to steal your hard-earned chocolate milk. Her post made me really think, since I have recently encountered similar difficulties as the ones she mentions.
I think, for me, what it comes down to is consequence. What will be the consequence of standing up, as opposed that of remaining sitting? Who will be hurt, how will they be hurt, and will that hurt accomplish anything good?
Again, rhetorical questions, because every situation is different. But I’m back to labels. Which labels are okay to keep, and which ones do we put ourselves out there to shed? And why?