I’ve always wondered why it is that we remember the hurtful things that people have said about or to us more than the nice things. I understand why we remember the horrible things done to us, because it leaves scars. Yet, we’re told as early as preschool that stick and stones will break out bones, but words will never hurt us. That’s the biggest lie they tell us, isn’t it? Words can hurt like hell. Maybe that’s why we remember it. It may not scar, but it fucking hurts. Sure we remember momentous happy occasions, like the birth of a child, a wedding day, graduations…some of us even remember the minute details of the day we met someone special. However, we’re also more apt to remember the exact day of someone’s death, divorce, losing a job, etc.
I know I’m not the only one that has to be told to keep shining, no matter who tries to dim my light. So, why is that so hard? Why do we thrust ourselves into the pain of what may have been said behind our backs? Why do we put so much stock in the opinions of people who do not really matter all that much to us?
I had a friend once that used to tell me the reason why even straight girls always loved her butch lesbian self, was because she would find something to compliment them about every time she saw them. Imagine if we all did that. If every person we encountered throughout our day received a compliment of some sort. I like you hair. I love that top. Those shoes are cute! What a cute laugh you have! If we all did that to each other, I think it would be a lot easier for all of us to keep shining. So, I challenge you all to compliment at least ten people today and tell me how it goes. If I don’t get too scatter brained, I’ll come and tell you how it went for me.
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