“Some days bounce like a basketball
Some days make me blue.
Some days I stare out through my window
And wonder what the world will do.
I wonder what the world will do”
Lyrics Lifted From http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/aselin_debison/#share
You know, I have great days all the time.
Long days, sure.
Hard days, yes.
But even the long or hard ones can still be great. I resent the opinion that I must have bad days in order to appreciate the good ones, but it’s there nonetheless.
Naturally, I had one of those bad days. And honestly? When I look back at the day, I would love to say that I really didn’t need it. I was having a good, fun, eventful day. I appreciated it! I loved it! I didn’t need someone to throw a wrench in my chain. I was grateful, truly grateful, for that wonderful (although admittedly, tiring) day!
But at the end of the day, one particular event (and conversation) lead me to a question: Where does intolerance come from? Does it stem from hate? From pain? From fear?
And where is the line that defines when a person in intolerant or when someone is sincerely a bigot? Or does being a bigot lead one to being intolerant as well?
Then I wondered….even if one does or IS these things, what gives them the right to project those hateful, hurtful views towards others? And what do I do? Can I talk back? Defend myself/my views/my family/my friends/my actions?
Or do I “turn the other cheek” and struggle strive to let it go? Because hurt is hard to overcome. And so I wonder…
Does my “bad day” center around this person and their jacked-up views and attitudes, OR does it revolve around ME and the way I react to said freakin’ jerk-head views? Can I change the person? Their views? Their attitude?
N o p e.
Well, for crying out loud, I guess I just realized what I need to do…