Posted to my My Space Blog January 31st 2007.
I walk into my Mom's office the other night and see this Barbie doll lying on her desk. I pick it up. It's attached to something that is covered by a piece of paper. I move the paper because naturally I'm as curious as the dead cat. She has the beautiful Barbie attached to an identical Barbie that looks like it survived an Atomic bomb and then found its way into a meat grinder. This Barbie was burnt, smashed, and painted on, stapled, and melted to list a few.
So I find myself unable to put the Barbie down. It's amazing to me. Not because I enjoyed seeing such a handsome doll destroyed and wished I had the guts to do it (all of my toys were kept as nicely as a 6 year old can keep things). I couldn't turn away because I saw how true it really was; her gremlin hit home.
Life is like that. One minute you are expected to perform perfectly, you should look perfect, act perfect, and talk perfect. You have to present yourself in a certain way. You have to walk a certain way. The next minute you're being told you aren't enough. "Sorry Babe, I've found someone else." "Sorry, your promotion is going to someone else." "Sorry, you just aren't skinny enough." "Sorry, you're too thin."
It's a vicious circle that spins us around until we find ourselves throwing up in the nearest garbage can.
Yadda, yadda, yadda. That's it. That's what I think about that.
If I want to display manners and a little etiquette now and then, why can't I? I get looks like I'm a snob or I am told that I care too much about what people think. This just simply isn't true. Though I do care about what people think, and I care very much how people feel, it doesn't run my life. I can try to make you happy, but ultimately you have to make yourself happy. I want to be the best person I can be because it makes me happy. I enjoy having impeccable manners (which I know my past dates enjoyed), and you can always bring me home to Mom!
So I guess the question is still relevant. Do you think your alright, or do you believe that society dictates whether your mineral water or sludge?
My Mom recently came up with this great idea to build her "gremlin" into something tangible so she can be reminded of it always. I happen to think this is a great idea by the way.
I walk into my Mom's office the other night and see this Barbie doll lying on her desk. I pick it up. It's attached to something that is covered by a piece of paper. I move the paper because naturally I'm as curious as the dead cat. She has the beautiful Barbie attached to an identical Barbie that looks like it survived an Atomic bomb and then found its way into a meat grinder. This Barbie was burnt, smashed, and painted on, stapled, and melted to list a few.
So I find myself unable to put the Barbie down. It's amazing to me. Not because I enjoyed seeing such a handsome doll destroyed and wished I had the guts to do it (all of my toys were kept as nicely as a 6 year old can keep things). I couldn't turn away because I saw how true it really was; her gremlin hit home.
Life is like that. One minute you are expected to perform perfectly, you should look perfect, act perfect, and talk perfect. You have to present yourself in a certain way. You have to walk a certain way. The next minute you're being told you aren't enough. "Sorry Babe, I've found someone else." "Sorry, your promotion is going to someone else." "Sorry, you just aren't skinny enough." "Sorry, you're too thin."
It's a vicious circle that spins us around until we find ourselves throwing up in the nearest garbage can.
Yadda, yadda, yadda. That's it. That's what I think about that.
If I want to display manners and a little etiquette now and then, why can't I? I get looks like I'm a snob or I am told that I care too much about what people think. This just simply isn't true. Though I do care about what people think, and I care very much how people feel, it doesn't run my life. I can try to make you happy, but ultimately you have to make yourself happy. I want to be the best person I can be because it makes me happy. I enjoy having impeccable manners (which I know my past dates enjoyed), and you can always bring me home to Mom!
So I guess the question is still relevant. Do you think your alright, or do you believe that society dictates whether your mineral water or sludge?
3 comments:
You are on a roll with these blogs; I'm not sure whether to thank you or slap you for making me think this hard.
I guess I should thank you. Nice last sentence.
I know of your Mom, but haven't had the pleasure to meet her; now I know where you get it. ;-)
RM
I'm going to take that as a compliment R! Thanks. ;-)
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