I realize I am different.  I do not think like the masses.  I must admit there have been times when I felt arrogant, like I am a more advanced thinker.  I have judged others who seem intolerant of others”” views. If someone were against gays or lesbians, or someone wearing tattoos & piercings all over their body, or someone getting divorced and leaving her kids with her husband, or someone doing anything against
mainstream society, I would think, “Why do you judge?  It is their life to live.

They can make choices and live with the consequences.  It is none of your business. ” When I do this, I am being just like those who are critical, because NOW I am up in their business and judging them for their views.  When I do not appreciate my life or what is going on around me, fighting the present moment, I am being closed minded as well.  I am resisting what is. I definitely think it is okay to be different.  But sometimes when we are different, we separate ourselves from others. We get angry at them and resent their “ignorance.”  We put ourselves on a pedestal. And how does that serve anyone?  It does not.  What if we could just love them?  Love everyone we meet, even those who are quirky and annoying and blasphemous and hypocritical, and on and on.

By forgiving people and loving them where they are at, we free ourselves to be different.  Most of the time we are frightened because we do not understand others, and we feel separate from them.  That is why most people do not like big networking events. I used to be like that.  The more confident I become in who I am, the more I enjoy the socializing and meeting new people.  By nature, I am an introvert, and so big social events with a lot of people I do not know are not really “my thing.”  So I focus on the fact that we are all the same.

We all need love and reassurance that we are enough.

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To being different,

Angie Monko