My generation rails against millennials, pointing out all their shortcomings and lack of sense, seemingly unaware that we are the generation who had to be told not to eat lead paint and needed temperature warnings on fast food coffee.
Working with kindergartners and first-graders warrants the wearing of a protective cup more than any football game I've ever played.
If a guy bends over and his underwear is presented, it is reviled, often with racial prejudice. When a woman bends over and her underwear is presented, it's considered sexy.
I will never feel more inferiors than when a white person tells a multilingual person to "learn the language."
I somewhat hate the word trained, when speaking about pets, but it's interesting how humans defend their pets' inability to assimilate to different situations. This is one area, where I believe, it says so much more about the human than the animal.
If you get the opportunity to read to a group of children, make sure not to take some time to pause, while you show them the pictures, and really look at their faces. It's magical.
Being praised for being overly polite and generous feels great at the time, but when you think about it later, realizing that such behavior has become an anomaly, it takes a bit of the feeling away.
I've commented on this before, but I often wonder at what age I started to notice the beauty, strength, and determination of pregnant women, and how much more I notice them than anyone else in the room. Often, before I even know they are pregnant.
Recently, especially over the last three weeks, I've realized that working hard means one of two things for people. For the positive, happy people, it is rewarding, not financially, but emotionally. For negative people, it is a burden, one that those burdened feel the need to gain praise through self-praise and the delusion that they are the only ones.
I don't know if it's a sign of maturity, but I have felt a shift in myself. Where I once was frustrated by people for the things they did, I find I'm more frustrated now by the things they don't.
Whether it be babies, children, pets, or even the rare spouse or partner, the idea that love can be unconditional requires two things. You, one alleviate all societal and personal boundaries, and two, you have so much self-awareness, you have completely recognized your own flaws, embracing them fully. You can take from that what you will.
I'll end this with a personl note. When I had Twitter, my silly blog used to get about 35-50 hits, sometimes double that, but I often got responses, both publicly and privately, in double digits. Since my Twitter suspension, I now have about 12-15 people who check out my blog, with two, sometimes three people who comment or acknowledge. While it's not why I write it, I find it fascinating in how strangers were more interested in my views than those I know; Many who I call friends. I'm sure there is a parallel for anyone who does anything for fun that reaches the public eye, but I think it says a lot about many of us, when we will sit and watch hours of sitcoms and dramas, but can't take a few moments to look at what those we know are doing. I know why this is so, but I feel, maybe even worry, that this learned behavior of indifference is leaking into our professions, our relationships, and even our family lives. I think about those who suffer from anxiety, depression, and who may even contemplate hurting themselves and I worry, that so many of them simply want to know that those who claim they will always be there are seeing and hearing them. I'd hate to think that anyone I know or have ever known told me and others, but we were to busy.
Working with kindergartners and first-graders warrants the wearing of a protective cup more than any football game I've ever played.
If a guy bends over and his underwear is presented, it is reviled, often with racial prejudice. When a woman bends over and her underwear is presented, it's considered sexy.
I will never feel more inferiors than when a white person tells a multilingual person to "learn the language."
I somewhat hate the word trained, when speaking about pets, but it's interesting how humans defend their pets' inability to assimilate to different situations. This is one area, where I believe, it says so much more about the human than the animal.
If you get the opportunity to read to a group of children, make sure not to take some time to pause, while you show them the pictures, and really look at their faces. It's magical.
Being praised for being overly polite and generous feels great at the time, but when you think about it later, realizing that such behavior has become an anomaly, it takes a bit of the feeling away.
I've commented on this before, but I often wonder at what age I started to notice the beauty, strength, and determination of pregnant women, and how much more I notice them than anyone else in the room. Often, before I even know they are pregnant.
Recently, especially over the last three weeks, I've realized that working hard means one of two things for people. For the positive, happy people, it is rewarding, not financially, but emotionally. For negative people, it is a burden, one that those burdened feel the need to gain praise through self-praise and the delusion that they are the only ones.
I don't know if it's a sign of maturity, but I have felt a shift in myself. Where I once was frustrated by people for the things they did, I find I'm more frustrated now by the things they don't.
Whether it be babies, children, pets, or even the rare spouse or partner, the idea that love can be unconditional requires two things. You, one alleviate all societal and personal boundaries, and two, you have so much self-awareness, you have completely recognized your own flaws, embracing them fully. You can take from that what you will.
I'll end this with a personl note. When I had Twitter, my silly blog used to get about 35-50 hits, sometimes double that, but I often got responses, both publicly and privately, in double digits. Since my Twitter suspension, I now have about 12-15 people who check out my blog, with two, sometimes three people who comment or acknowledge. While it's not why I write it, I find it fascinating in how strangers were more interested in my views than those I know; Many who I call friends. I'm sure there is a parallel for anyone who does anything for fun that reaches the public eye, but I think it says a lot about many of us, when we will sit and watch hours of sitcoms and dramas, but can't take a few moments to look at what those we know are doing. I know why this is so, but I feel, maybe even worry, that this learned behavior of indifference is leaking into our professions, our relationships, and even our family lives. I think about those who suffer from anxiety, depression, and who may even contemplate hurting themselves and I worry, that so many of them simply want to know that those who claim they will always be there are seeing and hearing them. I'd hate to think that anyone I know or have ever known told me and others, but we were to busy.
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