I promised myself I would post on this blog, even if I felt I didn’t have anything particularly valuable or interesting or exciting to say at the time.
Because exciting things don’t happen in my life every single day, if they did, they would not be considered exciting any more, they would just be..well, things that happen every day.
Plus, I am not someone that thinks of themselves as boring.
I happen to think of myself as..rather colourful.
Hence, The Colourful Kind.
So when it comes to “saying interesting and valuable things on the blog”, I strongly believe that whatever I churn out, will be of some interest, to someone, at some point.
And that’s good enough for me.
Often, when I ask friends if I can interview them for the blog, they will reply “Me? Why? I’m so boring!”.
And I just don’t get it.
There is not one single person in my life I would regard as “boring”.
I don’t think there is a single person on this planet I would regard as boring.
Everyone has a story.
Everyone has something that makes them smile.
Everyone has a thing.
If you think someone is boring, you clearly haven’t asked that person the right questions. Ask the right questions, dig a little deeper, get to know the person.
Peel away the layers of that…onion. Humans are onions after all.
I will add that “boring” is too subjective a term.
What’s boring to one is not to another.
*I mean, obviously, there are certain individuals I find more exciting than others, but I still wouldn’t refer to the latter as boring. Not to my tastes maybe. A bit of a drip perhaps. But rarely, if ever, boring.
I feel we all judge each other a little too hastily.
We judge hastily, harshly and often based on limited experience of a person.
We attach our feelings, our beliefs, our stories, onto another before knowing the whole picture. We make assumptions.
I challenge you to pause your train of thought before passing judgment on an individual you’ve barely spoken to. (Or better yet, anyone at all).
That’s not an easy ask by the way.
We’re all far too practiced in the art of judging others.
And we’re more than highly skilled at judging ourselves.
It’s not good.
Not good for the soul, not good for the conscience, not helpful in any way.
We need to stop judging people.
I do it all the time and something in my brain just goes:
“NOOOOO STOPPPP THIS ISN’T RIGHT, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HIM/HER/THEM/IT, YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN HIM/HER/THEM/IT..
MAKE IT STOP!! HE/SHE/THEY’RE PROBABLY REALLY LOVELY OR HARDWORKING OR TALENTED OR SUCCESSFUL..AGAIN, YOU DON’T KNOW HIM/HER/THEM/IT!”
Being a dick on the inside doesn’t actually do you any good. (Okay, in certain circumstances, being a dick on the inside is very necessary, soothing even, but we’re talking about judgement here so in this instance we’re going for non-dickish thinking).
It may make you feel better about yourself in the moment, perhaps more in control of a situation, but it says more about you than the person you’re being a dick about.
Ouch…
Ohh but it’s true isn’t it.
Play nice folks.
We are all just humans.
Mostly kind, mostly colourful, mostly average beings roaming a not-always-kind, mostly colourful, pretty extraordinary planet.
Judgement is far far below us.
We can do better.
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I cannot promise mind-blowing but I can promise consistency, authenticity and general awesomeness.
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