Because there’s got to be something better

For the past three days, I’ve sat at my computer to type a new post.  Painstakingly, I combed through my subconscious to bring you the hotness.  I’m a girl who loves to provoke meaningful conversation.  (Note: Even idle chatter can be meaningful.  Sometimes the cabeza needs a siesta to allow the hotness to float to the surface.) Unfortunately, my spirit whispered two words to me:  Tiger Woods.  (Or “Tigah Woo” if you are Peoples Hernandez.)  And yet, there’s no way in hell I’m going to go on a tirade about him.  Nor will I rail against infidelity.  Because most of us can’t even master the art of sharing an elevator with one another, so how on earth can we share our lives?

Several months ago, my writing partner and I were waxing philosophical regarding the way adults deal with one another.  He made one of the most powerful observations I’ve heard to date:

Essentially, adults are just large, beaten down, world-weary children.

We don’t want to be hurt.  We want to be appreciated.  We want to be desired.  We want to appear strong…As children, we learn that honesty in the form of vulnerability, confusion, etc. will attract the ridicule of others.

And there you have it.  Far too many of us are occupying our time being that same frightened child, rather than evolving into an adult, complete with the necessary tools to face adversity.  The level of honesty required to confront our demons, and allow our wounds to heal and become scars, is uncomfortable for most.  Instead, we choose the road of petulance; defiantly upholding anti-social behavior is the norm.  And until we get to the root cause of this (which forms in our psyches long before our first ill-fated run in with puppy love), we will remain emotional thumb suckers.  We fail at being lovers, because we fail at being friends. And we fail at being friends, because we fail at being neighbors.

We abandon the golden rule, and instead of treating those as we would have ourselves treated, we treat them as we have been treated.  What does that say for progress?


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