Showing posts with label tolerance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tolerance. Show all posts

Monday, September 3, 2018

Hooray! First World Problems

I know. I'm first-world broke, not third-world. I have basic needs covered and then some-- not just food and water (and coffee), not just electricity and sanitary, not just technology and time to chase dreams. But it did take me three weeks to save up Amazon giftcards, small royalties, and a few bucks I had on my dresser for the $40 I needed to use my laptop, scanner on my printer and make sure I don't starve my fish.

Can't say it doesn't wound me that I don't have a reliable income for working. That I can't brag about being a steady entrepreneur or a successful freelancer, that my contributions are still in infancy even though I'm a workaholic towards my goals. It does suck and it isn't a place that people really relate to (never mind that they also can't claim working 15 years in retail hell like I can). Even though I can say I avoid disability and welfare and only have health insurance (at least until someone butchers healthcare again), I don't pay taxes. Not as fun as you think since my city still requires me to file with my zero taxable income (you have to make at least $3000 a year to be taxed-- I don't come close). I don't even get the excuse of being a housewife, just a caretaker of two young boys. Like a parent but without the legal perks. I'm pretty much an au-pair that is related to my charges. 

While I don't like excuses, I don't have neat little labels. I even brag about how well I avoid them and adapt to what I am without resting on any laurels. I don't even know how to classify my health. While my work is sedentary, two hours of every day is dedicated to brisk walking and I mind my diet (while not restricting that either). When something isn't flaring up, it's good/great. When it's bad, I still want to say average/fair because I've known worse.

On a scale, we're always kind of fucked. There will always be someone who has it better and worse. It's actually possible to be grateful it's not worse but wishing for something better. I once considered myself a liberal because of this variable thinking and in the purest form, I am. However, moderate is what I call it since the far left and right have ruined what it means to be conservative and liberal, even for themselves. I haven't gotten narrow-minded, I'm just less tolerant of thought-policing for some perception of the 'greater good'. I'm not intolerant, just not willing to accommodate the power dynamics of complete strangers. 

As a writer, original pronouns best serve their purpose. Throw on some more adjectives and I'm good, but pronouns don't need more distinctions. Stranger, you are that person over there. First world separations are not being inclusive but creating exclusivity, demands that require people to perform mental and social gymnastics to accommodate you. To someone like me, (and to use one of your stupid fucking words) YOU are an ableist. I can't wrap my literal fucking head around it and it's just NOT useful to anyone.

Of course, I can be a dreadfully passive writer at times to form the general example. (Although 'you' is mistaken for direct, it's one of the subtleties I CAN wrap my head around.) 

People should not support your delusions though and it's something I came to understand when battling my own mental issues. If people had always just waved off my bullshit, supported it, I never would have learned how to confront it. Being completely intolerant was hurtful, but there's a difference between what you put your family and friends through and what you expect from strangers. We, as a society, should understand the presence of mental illness but it is still partially the responsibility of the affected to genuinely attempt to adapt to it themselves, not place that burden solely on the world around them.

I know. First world problems are laughable in comparison. They're still a real aspect of the individual and it's not too much to allow each person some sense of dignity and benefit of the doubt without expecting the world to bend over backwards and kiss your ass. I did not save up $40 the smartest and fastest way possible. But I fucking did it and I'm psyched that small things can feel good too. Easier writing, easier scanning, happy fish. One to three things at a time.

And a happy birthday to my 13-year-old nephew Dameon who changes my life daily and someday may change the world. I'm so proud of him.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

"I Can't Be Friends with a Bigot"

One of the woes of the information age is that, more often than not, we are more likely to witness the oversharing and impulsive thought diarrhea of even the most quiet and thoughtful people (present company not excluded). Every once in a while on my social media feed, I'll see the proud announcement to the effect of "I deleted people because this happens and these people I've known for years showed their true colors."

Back up for a second. What was the offending moment? A tasteless meme? Two vague sentences? Over time, I don't know about you, but I've started to brush these things off. I have a ton of friends on either side of the fence and both liberals and conservatives can jump on the train of tasteless, parroted opinions with no explanation as to what resonates with them or why they posted it, but if I know them for any length of time, there are other things to consider here: are they blurting that shit out and getting us in trouble with people in public or is this just internet noise?

I'll start to avoid friends or ditch them altogether if they are the kind of moron to say the n-word around strangers. If they do it when it's just and me and them, I speak the fuck up and tell them, however they feel about (or however they choose to use it), either stop doing it or stay away from me. The thing is, most people my age have learned what things can and can't be said to have a normal friendship. Even a scatterbrained cunt like me can remember which friends I can vent which ideas with. There are some friends where religion and politics are completely off-limits. Short of the revelation that someone is in a hate group or actively harming other human beings outside of feels, simply having an opinion I don't like is not going to terminate a friendship.

I know it's not popular for white people to notice color, but there are some older black men in my neighbor that clearly don't like white people. I hate to tell you this, but it's harmless and it doesn't stop me from waving hi to them every time. Not all racism is practiced hatred, just a strong unchallenged opinion. The worst thing you can do with a bigot is leave them to the ignorance of their opinions. These people don't need an echo chamber to say 'all x people are like this.' It might take a while, but sometimes you have to plant the seed to help someone consider extremities of thought might have exceptions. He doesn't need to know everything about me, or like everything about me, I can just be the white girl that waves to everyone. He can think I'm stupid or naive and it doesn't hurt my feelings.

I. Do not. Invest. In the opinions (or attitudes). Of anyone. But myself. There is no 'guilt by association' because I can and will speak up for myself and, as an adult, I've had no trouble doing so. I also make it a point to pick my battles, so sometimes when I stay silent, I've decided it's simply not worth it. People don't win arguments like they think they do. Unless the information presented is able to change someone's mind what THEY consider the better for them, you're just yelling into a pillow.

I know that sometimes my blog may turn someone off of their opinion of me. Despite all attempts at being both diplomatic and honest (it can be done), the reader will probably have some unavoidable hang-ups. The fear of being disliked should never silence you, should never prevent you from introspection and interaction. If there's one thing you should gather about me is that I'm both a tireless know-it-all yet still flexible of thought. My opinions are sometimes similarly unchallenged, no matter how much I endeavor to be sure that facts support them. Because I am imperfect, I also accept that people will challenge my comfort levels and knowledge.

Sounds crazy, I know, but you can be friends with a bigot. Their immovable opinions brought to light are usually not terminal to a friendship. We all draw lines in the sand-- I for one am not sticking around when the white hoods come out. However, I am seeing very flimsy thresholds for tolerance that border on bigotry themselves. I myself have always joked I am anti-Republican, but lo and behold, I do have Republican friends. I know because it came up when we first met and got comfortable enough to ditch the small talk. Yes, there was that moment for me, and likely them too, where a wariness settled in with that 'oh, you're one of THOSE' warning signs. However, the conversation didn't end there. I didn't quiz them up, demanding to know their stances. I truly enjoyed their company and their level of conservatism was made clear in our interactions. No flag waving, Bible-thumping, peeing on my leg at all. If I wanted to be ignorant, I'd throw that in their face and accuse them of all the ills of their party affiliation. However, I saw a human being working to enhance their way of life, their ideals, in the same way my beliefs and stances support my own.

Let me go back to the 'true colors' assumption from the beginning. This is the same fallacy of thought as considering alcohol a 'truth serum'. What people say in high emotion (or inebriation) does not reflect their 'true colors', I'm sorry to say. I was the sort of teenager that screamed 'I hate you' to my parents when I was sputtering for how I really felt, before I could FORM the true thought. I didn't hate them, I was just frustrated that I lacked the vocabulary just yet to tell them they didn't understand where I was coming from, was still struggling to understand it myself and being forced to do it right then was impossible. Sometimes, as humans, we are reactionary, inexperienced with a moment we are made to act or react in, but there are consequences to the sort of mistakes you can make in certain company. However, what I didn't know then was that pushing people away to be in my own head was NOT conducive to understanding. Making a habit of keeping people out of a process involving people is not going to give you the vocabulary you struggle with. While many of us need time to organize information to form the complete thought, we may need to humble ourselves to asking questions and reaching out to really satisfy the goal, then politely excusing ourselves to hear the thoughts in our own heads.

I usually stick to writing tips, but this does lead into concepts I touch upon in writing from time to time. There are countless quotes about the value of living life to enhance your writing, that you don't grow as a writer if you don't grow as a person, that chaining yourself to your desk is an act of immobility of thought. Bigotry and isolation does negatively affect your work unless your journey to confront and correct it enriches the conflict of your story. Yes, I am guilty of weeks of getting lost in writing, but one thing I enforce is breaks and sometimes just a short walk around the neighborhood. Some writers are terrified that tossing off their muse to take a break when the scene is just getting good means they risk losing that flow. 

Has that happened to you? In my case, it's always just the opposite. While writing UnNamed, I got interrupted by an unavoidable alarm when my head was just exploding with inspiration-- time to pick up the boys from school. I was in my head the whole walk, working out the scene I was itching to write, still mumbling in response to my nephews, and by the time I had gotten back to write, the ideas had only expanded. Even though it was a grey day, there was something meditative about the scenery, both familiar and real, that only fed the images and ideas in my head. I can't say for certain, but that scene might have been less than it was if I hadn't pulled away to consider it. It wasn't an emotional scene where hanging on may be more valuable to the impulse of that emotion. It may be worth adding the simplicity of that-- an emotional scene may need you to chain yourself to the moment, a thoughtful or logical scene may need the distance of thought.

Since I branched into talking about how flexibility of thought and circumstance blends into my writing, it's really time to tie up the post. It may be worth it to stick it out with a 'bigot'. They might be a conflict for you worth exploring. However, I do NOT condone what amounts to emotional abuse or some dangerous extremity that might being you to actual physical harm when they blurt out x word around the absolute worst audience. If you find that someone is consistently just ruining your moods, not giving you any grounds for inspiration or outright destroying it, don't stick it out. Sometimes, sentimentality can make us blind to just how bad it has gotten (hell, there are shows I watch well beyond enjoyment because I 'give it a chance to pick up'). I would never advise getting too deep into a toxic relationship. However, wave at the guy giving everyone the stink eye. Give stink eye to the loud bigot in line at the restaurant. Pick your battles, get a little uncomfortable, change some minds (especially your own).

Ah, but seriously-- don't lecture strangers. My blog is a good place to toss around ideas, but I'm not forcing anyone to listen or read. Creating a hostage situation to be heard is wasted wind to inflate your ego. Dial it back-- try leading by example. When people can see what actually works, they'll want to imitate that. Writing tips are often like that for me. Depending on how they are presented or considered determines whether I will give them any weight.

I haven't planned any posts-- I've been writing some scheduled posts, this one and one coming up concerning another look into gender and sexuality topics and why it's absurd that it's 'okay' or 'not okay' for a man/woman to write certain characters. Again, more musing than research. Typically, I reserve research for instructional posts (like the ones I did for formatting and cover design).

Looking into what I want to do for future posts. I'd love to do more instructionals-- no diplomacy needed and it lets me tap into my actual skill set.