I’ve taken a bit of a break this past week. I wasn’t planning it, but I was frantically trying to finish a blanket for a baby shower of a co-worker and I’m one of those really annoying people who procrastinate until the last second. I always told myself I work better under pressure, but to be honest, I was quite put out with myself this time.
Anyway, it’s back to normal doses of all my favorite things, one of which is blogging. I don’t know how I ever went a month without it. A few days now and I’m dying to get back to all of you.
The really funny thing is that when you take a step away from writing and come back, your mind is much more silent than if it’s something you are doing every day. Our prompt today is “class” and it makes me think of stereotypes or labels, which I really dislike.
However much I dislike them, it’s hard to get past them. We’ve sort of defined society this way and as much as I don’t like it, I find myself putting people into predefined classes. Even thinking about it now, when I try to picture someone who is “lower class” I find myself thinking of the lowest common denominator, but are all those people really drug dealers, dirty and unkempt? No, they aren’t. Is someone who lives in a trailer really “trailer trash”? It’s such a terrible thing to say about someone (and even now my head is saying, “well, it’s true in some cases”).
I think the hardest thing is to not judge someone until you’ve spent some time trying to know them. I’m surprised all the time at how my original judgments are completely wrong.
I have a co-worker (funny enough, she’s the one who had the baby shower) and when I first started working there, I always thought she was stand-offish and rude. She hardly ever talked to anyone and when she did interact, it was in short bursts. It’s been really hard to get to know her and there were points this year when I honestly thought she disliked me, so I started reading into all her quirky behaviors and classifying them into some not-so-nice things.
About two weeks ago, I found out she’s never had a problem with me and I realized, her standoffish behavior is just how she is. It isn’t personal to me. She’s just quiet and reserved. I can’t say I know her better today than I did two weeks ago, but it’s amazing to me how when you change your mindset, everything looks differently.
She isn’t necessarily any more open with me, but I’ve changed how I am with her. I interact with her more and I work with her, where as before, I always hesitated to work with her because she was so reserved.
It leads me to believe that many of the issues we have with other people are our own issues and once we change our own perspective, outlook and behavior, things can change for the better.
Happy Saturday everyone!
This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G. Hill. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “class.” Use any meaning of the word in your post. Enjoy! Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.