Friday, June 12, 2009

People are people too...

Think of who your role models are... Who are people you look up to and admire? Who is your boss? Who has authority over you? Ever come across someone famous? Who has power?

Ok, so it's inevitable right? We're always going to have someone who is "in charge" of us or "the boss" or "controls some sort of our life" or "is higher is the 'spectrum' than us"... But I have a question. Why is it we feel the need to be scared of them, intimidation? OR why is it that some of them think they derserve "power"? That they are to be overly respected, adored, looked up to, that they don't need to give you the time of the day because you should be doing things for them? Who wears the pants? Who's "The Man..." ???


Everyone tells me to know who those people are, to accept it, and just roll with it... I could work my way up to that too (except at a dead end job being a student worker, not moving anywhere for 4 years... because you can't)... Well, I can, and I will, but I don't like how it makes me "feel"...

Here's a few different examples:

I see a well known band director (insert your profession here)... I feel like I can't approach them. They are unapproachable, because why would they want to talk to little ole me. Or maybe they just hold themselves high, and it's intimidating...

I see a well known percussionist/marimbist/drumset player (again, insert what you will)... I feel so excited to see them, and even though they may be approachable, I still can't. Again, why would they want to be bothered by a nobody like me? They probably get enough attention...

I work for the same boss for 4 years (of course they are like the boss of a boss). I see them pretty much every day (of course I don't work many hours) and even after 4 years, I have a hard time approaching them... Again, I feel like I'm an intrusion. They are too busy to deal with a student worker, even if I am doing something to help them out. I feel like I need to go through somebody else to get to them... like the food chain almost...

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Those are just a few of many, many examples. But why is that? Why do I feel so insignificant? Sometimes it's not the person's fault who is "above" me, but sometimes it is when they don't even acknowledge my existence...

Here's what I'm proposing... People are people too right? Just because they have a "title" like Bishop, Manager, Famous, Well known/Respected Band Director, Pastor, Rabbi, Director, (insert other titles...) doesn't mean they are no longer human, or a person. Maybe some of them don't want to be acknowledged, but I'm not sure I'll let that stop me anymore...

I've realized the boss of a boss is a nice person, and funny, and can be personable, if they had time... I've realized the famous people can STILL be accepting and grateful for compliments and fans... I've learned that people who are more experienced and respected than I can still offer great advice and can be willing to sit and talk with you.... But I've also learned, there just are some "donkeys" out there that really hold themselves higher, and you need not communicate with them... With those people, I'll still smile and say hi, because they are still people, still in need of interaction, even if they may not want it....


So maybe we can just realize that we're all people with a story, people with feelings, people with family or not, friends or not... We're all just people. People who need, you guessed it.... Love.



HAHA! You know I had to add that ;) Love isn't cliche to me I swear! It's active, sometimes a huge challenge, but something completely worth it... (yeah I know, kind of random, but so am I... maybe another blog?! =p)

2 comments:

  1. I agree; there's some unspoken (though sometimes it can be spoken...) boundary between us and "the man." I wonder then, what the difference is between respecting those in an authoritative position, and kissing their caboose. How does "the man" perceive our respect versus how we perceive we've given it? Is our caboose kissing his respect? Is our respect another man's caboose kissing? This was a good thing to write about, I LOVED thinking about it.. :)

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  2. You really know how to make someone think about things. I really enjoy reading what you write. Keep it up!

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