When is it that we realize we don’t fit in. Maybe a better question is, how do we realize we don’t fit in. Maybe fit in needs a definition. Lets start with tattoos. Every young, and some old people, have a meaningful tattoos. Some are elaborate pictures of God knows what. some are small and represent important times in one’s life. Some express love, or strength, or a personal issue. To be truthful, I don’t get it. No matter how magnificent they manage to be, I think they look like dirt spots, and my instinct is to try to wash them off. Maybe it’s an age thing. But I don’t think so. When I was a kid and had friends who were sailors (all sailors have tattoos--even smart ones), I still wanted to wash them off.
There are so many places I now I don’t fit in that I cant figure out where I do. For example, I have been wearing black tights for years. People kept telling me that they were inappropriate for a person of my age and I kept telling those people to f--k off. Well now it seems that jeans are out and “yoga” pants are in. So where does that leave me. Am I in or am I out. I don’t take yoga. I just want to be comfortable. Is there no place for comfort? Don’t we owe it to ourselves to do something without an explanation.
There was a segment on Oprah a few years ago where they had an expert discuss what you should wear if you are over 30. The first thing that impressed me was that 30, instead of 20, was the cut off age. However, almost everything they discussed and determined shouldn’t be worn by people over 30, was something I wore. Woe is me, I thought. And then here we are only a few years later and all the things with which I decorate my body, are things that are acceptable. It’s terribly confusing.
Clothes and tattoos are only two areas in which I don’t fit. Probably the largest place I don’t fit, is thinking about life goals. Older people knew what they were going to do from the time they were 16. People my age didn’t know what they were going to do because we were always out on the street protesting some injustice. Young people who have goals, whatever they are, sit back, sip a latte, and wait to see what happens. Rather than be proactive about where they want to be, It seems to me that they sit back to see whats going to happen, and then decide ‘whatever’ and if they want to be involved in this process.
How difficult it is for those of us who never want to be on the periphery, to become part of the mainstream, when we cannot even identify what the mainstream is meant to be. I am on Facebook to figure out what everyone I love is doing. But why do we need to Tweet to be a part of the social conversation? Why do we need to use the word “trending” in order to find out what’s new and what’s hot. The sun is hot, the day is new... what more do you need to know?
And so here i am trying to figure out how to fit in without compromising my values or my core. Not sure it can happen, and not sure I want to be part of this mainstream. What I do know is that I’d like to be me. No frills and no hashtags. So where do I go from here? We’re just s@yin’…#Iris
There are so many places I now I don’t fit in that I cant figure out where I do. For example, I have been wearing black tights for years. People kept telling me that they were inappropriate for a person of my age and I kept telling those people to f--k off. Well now it seems that jeans are out and “yoga” pants are in. So where does that leave me. Am I in or am I out. I don’t take yoga. I just want to be comfortable. Is there no place for comfort? Don’t we owe it to ourselves to do something without an explanation.
There was a segment on Oprah a few years ago where they had an expert discuss what you should wear if you are over 30. The first thing that impressed me was that 30, instead of 20, was the cut off age. However, almost everything they discussed and determined shouldn’t be worn by people over 30, was something I wore. Woe is me, I thought. And then here we are only a few years later and all the things with which I decorate my body, are things that are acceptable. It’s terribly confusing.
Clothes and tattoos are only two areas in which I don’t fit. Probably the largest place I don’t fit, is thinking about life goals. Older people knew what they were going to do from the time they were 16. People my age didn’t know what they were going to do because we were always out on the street protesting some injustice. Young people who have goals, whatever they are, sit back, sip a latte, and wait to see what happens. Rather than be proactive about where they want to be, It seems to me that they sit back to see whats going to happen, and then decide ‘whatever’ and if they want to be involved in this process.
How difficult it is for those of us who never want to be on the periphery, to become part of the mainstream, when we cannot even identify what the mainstream is meant to be. I am on Facebook to figure out what everyone I love is doing. But why do we need to Tweet to be a part of the social conversation? Why do we need to use the word “trending” in order to find out what’s new and what’s hot. The sun is hot, the day is new... what more do you need to know?
And so here i am trying to figure out how to fit in without compromising my values or my core. Not sure it can happen, and not sure I want to be part of this mainstream. What I do know is that I’d like to be me. No frills and no hashtags. So where do I go from here? We’re just s@yin’…#Iris
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