Picky, Picky
I was asked
a question recently that I know for a fact had it been another time in my life
I would have answered much differently. The question was whether or not I
thought I had any business being selective, or as the questioner put it - picky
. My reply came without hesitation - yes I have every right to be selective or
as they put it picky. In truth there is always a choice in everything we think
and do from turning left or right to saying yes or no.
I didn't
always believe that. I'd bought into a story that I have no choices in life,
that long ago everything was written out for me in the vast cosmos of the
universe. Now we all know that I'm not
smart enough to know the answers to all of life's questions and I certainly
don't claim to know whether our lives are all about free will and choice or
written down in stone fate. However, and this is one of those places I find
myself using a word I often have difficulty with, I believe, in fact in my
world I find I have to believe, that I along with everyone else has only
choices in their lives and they make them even when they don't make them.
The whole
subject came about because I posted on Facebook that I've decided to sign up on
an online dating service and stated that I've set my goals at what I believe to
be a rather lofty height. Now some may argue that any woman in her right mind that
might be of those high qualities and fine standards likely doesn't have any
business being with me and there could be some validity to that I guess but
still one must at some point draw a line in the sand so to speak. So, though I
know that many folks will call me shallow the line I choose to draw begins
north of the photographs of women, fine individuals that they may well be, who
remind me of my great aunt. Say what you will the truth is that we all draw
lines even when we claim not to.
So as I was
going to sleep last night I was thinking about a book I've started reading by a
Dr. Joe Dispenza titled "Becoming Supernatural" which if I understand
correctly talks about how we ultimately end up limiting ourselves beginning at
the earliest of ages due to outside influences and also how we might overcome
those limits. For me the subject rings true since I understand something about
at least some of my younger days. Being told that I had no business thinking I
was special was one message I remember hearing loudly, often and without words
that might confuse the meaning. In the end I gave in to the words of others who
were, I believed in those days, to be wiser than me mostly because they were
older than me. Those words and others not unlike them came my way time and
again until they were the drum beat that could be heard from within in those
moments when everything else went quiet. And then the day came when I quit
questioning the truth of those words and found myself living a life that wasn't
special in any visible way. I had in truth been brainwashed into mediocrity and
for those around me in those days that worked just fine because they believed
there was nothing special about them and their lives either.
To me an
interesting fact is that although the message of being nothing special is very
often told to young and old alike not everyone accepts it as a truth and thus
do what they can and what they will to live lives beyond the standards others
try to impose on them. I realize that I was never that strong and so in the end
I became one of those who simply tried to blend into the background, accept
whatever came my way and simply do my best to stay out of the way.
Looking back
on my life I have come to realize that I spent my life doing the things that I
thought were expected of me. I didn't act on my true feelings when I was
reclassified as 1A for the draft and so entered the Navy willingly because I
didn't want to go to Vietnam for oh so many reasons. In doing that I was simply
doing what I believed was expected of me by others. When my days in the Navy
were over I went back to my parents home instead of doing what my gut and my
heart were telling me to do simply because that was what I believed was
expected of me. In short order I went to work and soon enough found myself a
woman who said she'd marry me not because those were the actions I truly wanted
to do but because they were things I believed were expected of me.
Then...
Many years
later I arrived back in Phoenix from a music festival in Tucson to find what
had only days before been a place I called my home now nothing more than a
house with only the dog to greet me at the door. Truth be told it wasn't
totally unexpected but still the emptiness that accompanied the realization of
what had happened left me shaken to the core. It was a feeling that would not
leave me for many years.
In my case
at least it's true that you do what you know to do and so once everything was
over and done with when it came to the standard divorce which it would seem in
the norm for much of our nation these days I found myself doing exactly what
I'd done all my life which was following some imaginary map I'd made for myself
which of course included seeking out another woman to include in my life
because obviously I couldn't be known as single which would indicate, in my
mind at least, that I was less than what I was "suppose" to be. Not
knowing how else to go about it I turned to the internet and AOL's Love site. I
met some nice ladies but the truth was I was simply grapping at whatever came
my way. Then one day I met up with someone who seemed too good to be true. Of
course in the end she was which sent me into a very dark place and the
questioning of everything I'd ever thought I believed in.
Many years
later and unquestionably far closer to the end of my life than the beginning of
it I've come to realize the lies I was told and I'm finally beginning to
recognize my truths. We all have them you know. The truth is I don't have to be
like everyone else and I can set standards for me and others that very likely
won't match with someone else's. I have every right to believe I am special and
unique because quite honestly I am. Then again so is everyone else.
Those days
of being told I was no one special still wander through the hallways of my mind
from time to time; they don't echo nearly as loudly anymore which says
something about me having grown a bit. These days though I admit that for me
staying humble isn't such a bad way to live my life even if at times I'd love
to puff myself up just a bit. Truth is I do have the ability to go off on
visions of grandeur with precious little to back me up. Still, that being said
I've come to believe that whether "you" like it or not I am special.
So, I've
decided to get the ladder out and climb up on that tree to pick from just as
high up as I can get. I am going to be picky and I'm not going to apologize for
it. In the end all it takes is one but in this case you can bet it's going to
be "the one" or none at all.