Humans do not like nonconformists generally. They like it when the ducks are in a row, when people follow the rules, drive on the right side, walk on the right side, pay their bills on time, mind the limits set and so on. When a member of society does not do those things, that person is labeled a rebel, a nonconformist and generally seen in a troubled light. It takes a strong heart to walk to one's own drumbeat, to think out of the box and be true to oneself. As my professor in a Master's program put it to me, "Eileen, I would like to tell you to think in the box, but I am not sure you know what the box even is."
Yeah, I am one of those...marching to the beat of my drum, making my own way, creating some attention inadvertently and usually ending up in the center somehow. My daughter said when I sent her a photo of a full page spread in the local paper, "Mom is in the paper again, go figure." or something akin to that. It is not that I try to be different. It is more like the professor said. I do not even know what the box is. Years ago, when I was the tender age of 14, I opted out of media, except for fashion, but I quit the newspapers and magazines that told us what to believe. It bothered me that people blindly followed whatever was broadcast and argued about it too. Politics. Harumph!
Well, I have a goat like that too. She was so sweet when she was little, I carried her around and she became very friendly and tame. Now, she has little respect for fences or boundaries. She is always outside of the fence and she knows she is not supposed to be. If I yell at her, she will look at me and not move, happily munching the hay from the bale, knocking it down from the top, because that is what goats do. Then the other goats and sheep do not want the hay that was stepped on or worse. Nix, that goat, is a nonconformist, just like me. She does not mean to be a pain; she is just being herself. I know how that goes. When you are not the same as the rest, being yourself is all you can be. Over the years, I have learned to almost fit in more or less and to be comfortable in front of crowds, though I am an introvert. Being a hermit on my farm is perfect for me, working at my own pace, doing my own thing and loving what I do, is just me. And that goat, well, that is just her. I cannot really get angry with her, though others would have sold her by now. We want the critters to stay in fences, and we want the public to think in boxes, to believe what is being telecast daily and pumped out in movies and newspapers too.
Be the goat. Dare to step out of your comfort zone. Quit conforming. Divorce yourself from the dictates of society and fashion. Who is to tell you what to wear and that make up is necessary to be beautiful? Gads. I was in that scene and am not any more. I stepped even further out of that box, I guess. I cannot tell you how freeing it is to be exactly who you want to be and do what you want to do and not really be concerned with whether or not the population approves. To meet the folks and say what you think is wonderful. Let me qualify that though. To say what you think without being rude or hurtful is what I mean. I think you ought to give it a go. Would you like to?
Yeah, I am one of those...marching to the beat of my drum, making my own way, creating some attention inadvertently and usually ending up in the center somehow. My daughter said when I sent her a photo of a full page spread in the local paper, "Mom is in the paper again, go figure." or something akin to that. It is not that I try to be different. It is more like the professor said. I do not even know what the box is. Years ago, when I was the tender age of 14, I opted out of media, except for fashion, but I quit the newspapers and magazines that told us what to believe. It bothered me that people blindly followed whatever was broadcast and argued about it too. Politics. Harumph!
Well, I have a goat like that too. She was so sweet when she was little, I carried her around and she became very friendly and tame. Now, she has little respect for fences or boundaries. She is always outside of the fence and she knows she is not supposed to be. If I yell at her, she will look at me and not move, happily munching the hay from the bale, knocking it down from the top, because that is what goats do. Then the other goats and sheep do not want the hay that was stepped on or worse. Nix, that goat, is a nonconformist, just like me. She does not mean to be a pain; she is just being herself. I know how that goes. When you are not the same as the rest, being yourself is all you can be. Over the years, I have learned to almost fit in more or less and to be comfortable in front of crowds, though I am an introvert. Being a hermit on my farm is perfect for me, working at my own pace, doing my own thing and loving what I do, is just me. And that goat, well, that is just her. I cannot really get angry with her, though others would have sold her by now. We want the critters to stay in fences, and we want the public to think in boxes, to believe what is being telecast daily and pumped out in movies and newspapers too.
Be the goat. Dare to step out of your comfort zone. Quit conforming. Divorce yourself from the dictates of society and fashion. Who is to tell you what to wear and that make up is necessary to be beautiful? Gads. I was in that scene and am not any more. I stepped even further out of that box, I guess. I cannot tell you how freeing it is to be exactly who you want to be and do what you want to do and not really be concerned with whether or not the population approves. To meet the folks and say what you think is wonderful. Let me qualify that though. To say what you think without being rude or hurtful is what I mean. I think you ought to give it a go. Would you like to?
Nix has gone over to the boy sheep to see if their food is better than hers. After a few nibbles, she has decided to move closer to her herd. Goats are herd animals and really do not like to be alone or far from everyone else. And yes, we still have THAT much snow.
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