Wednesday, March 18, 2015
everyone deserves your kindness.
I'm not everyone's shot of whiskey. Or even their cup of tea.
We're heard the quips, pinned the quotes, repeated the cliches that say we're not all going to like each other. I believe it: in fact, there are people who I simply will never like. We're not the same sort of person -too vulnerable, too guarded, too sarcastic, too kind, too abrasive, too gentle. We're not the same and the chemistry never takes off and, well, that happens.
But, quips and quotes and cliches aside: It hurts when someone doesn't like us.
My rawness turns people off to friendship. My open book policy takes people off guard. My shyness can be misconstrued as bitchy. I'm more a shot of tequila -an acquired taste, best chased with salt and a lime- than any smooth sipping beverage.
I understand. I've been the not-liker, naiveté, personality, sense of humor too much or too little and, like Goldilocks, I've walked away. I've been that girl, the one who doesn't like you for one fact or another.
I've been the one who knows the hurt of rejection. Who was too much, too little, not enough in between. I've been the one brushed off -politely and not. I've been the one minority heartbroken over the fantastical chemistry that simply didn't happen. It hurts when someone doesn't like me.
More so: It hurts when someone doesn't like me and makes an effort to show me.
There is something to say for polite kindness. Something to see in children that disappears in most adults. Something to cherish in young, sweet hearts that dissolves with adolescence. There is something to say about chivalry among people -the respect, maturity, soul to acknowledge another's presence.
So, go on having an eclectic taste in people, in friendships. But without kindness, simply stop now, do not pass go, do not collect $200.
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