I HAVE … about changing and reaction to change.
Uncommon people produce uncommon results.
Beware uncommon things.
Last night — two calls, two friends, different reasons.
One sad, one joyous, one in need of a shoulder, the other offering one.
Who are they, and why are they so different from me?
Clerk in a government office, unknown neighbour, telemarketer, bill collector — leaders or followers, beginners, finishers …
What separates happy from sad, sad from depressed, depressed from those having bad days?
I find I identify more cranky people than usual on days when I am crankier than usual. Conversely, when I enjoy my day and smile more, happy people smile more at me.
Aside from ‘who goes first?’ I’ve been wondering lately if it is about differences and disposition. If I’m disposed to be unhappy about something, I’ll likely be a bit cranky until I’ve worked that out of my system. Or should I stow the cranky, smile, and move along?
Unwrapping who we really are — in our mind, could be a playful striptease, but in reality, it is like we are still wearing our clothes without wearing our mask(s).
Who are we, really?
Flesh, bone, air, water. Personality, memory, experience, daring-do. Sons and daughters.
Moms, dads. Friends. Foes. That, it seems, is how it goes. We are who we are.
Unless we hide who we are.
What are we then?
Masked? Hidden? Guarded? Fearful? Withdrawn?
Or, perhaps all of these things describe who we are or who I am.
Putting ourselves on display does not always mean opening up, being on display for viewing or inviting intruders …
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