Sorry for the lateness of today’s post. I was working outside until the storm rolled in.
A friend of mine always says, “We’re works in progress,” and it’s so true.
Awhile back, I wrote a blog about a Sikh woman who was photographed without her knowledge and ridiculed on Reddit. She responded to the person who ridiculed her, not with the vitriol I would have responded with, but with grace, kindness, and understanding. When I read her post, I realized that’s who I want to be like.
I’m known to have an acerbic wit, and if there are two possible meanings to anything I’ve said, it’s a safe bet to choose the sarcastic one. I don’t care what others think of me, and I laugh at attempts to hurt me from those who mean nothing to me. But I don’t try to be mean. Well, not really.
It’s hard sometimes, because I lose sight of who I am sometimes. People annoy me, especially when it feels as if they’re being deliberately stupid. I have to constantly remind myself that we are the sum total of our experiences, and that if someone is acting a certain way, it’s probably learned in some way. It’s not about me.
A woman recently started at my job, and I don’t like her. She asks questions, and then argues about the answers. I dislike people who seem willfully stupid. Ignorant is fine. Willing to learn is fine.
I haven’t been actively mean to her, but I definitely have not made any effort to be pleasant. In fact, I mostly ignore her. I realized that’s not who I want to be. I don’t have to like her or put up with her stupidity, but I should at least treat her the way I’d want to be treated at a new job. Maybe she’s anxious and in her anxiety, gets annoying. Or maybe she really is just annoying. But I’ll never know unless I make an effort.
No promises, but I’m going to strive to be the person my dogs think I am.