Who sees the real me?
It’s as deceptive as footprints in the sand; all you see is feet.
This is something that I haven’t been able to actually answer since I first heard it. I’m not really sure who sees the real me. I’ve often said that if all of my friends got together in one place, they still wouldn’t be able to tell the whole “Story of Herb.” I am becoming less and less concerned with what people think of me everyday, but there are different facets of me that surface in different contexts and times.
For instance, I would certainly not use “street words” while speaking to my students during class, but I do use such language (outside of school, of course). I use street language with people who won’t judge me, and who I can “let my hair down” with. Does this make me fake? Maybe. Maybe not. What I do know is that it may not be a good idea for me to use racial epithets and swear words in a meeting with my principal. LOL!
Is it a good thing for everyone to see all of me, anyway? I mean, if everyone saw all of me, maybe people would see that I’m a spoiled brat who likes to complain all of the time (even if it’s in my own head). Maybe people would see that I’m selfish and require “divine prompting” to give of my time-and here you were, thinking I gave out of the kindness of my heart. Perhaps, people would see that I’m just like them.
I couldn’t be something that I’m not, so the real me will have to do. At times, I would do things to fit in; to conform to the norm. Now, I do things because of a my choice; without many external influences. I am thankful that I’ve been gifted to be in a room and settle into my own. My lady reminds me of my ability to “work the room,” at times. Like I said before, that’s my gift. It is easy for me to talk to people and make them feel inviting, having not met them previously. That’s a part of who I am.
All of these things help to make who I am, and I’m just beginning to love that person: flaws and all.
Who sees the real you?
Until Next Time,
Love & Peace.