Uncomfortable


117I’ve realized how uncomfortable I get when people talk about other people, be it their clothes, their hair, and especially their personal business. I am not sure when it started, or if that feeling of being uncomfortable was always there lying dormant some place. Lately I’ve noticed it more and more. Now, it’s not to say that some things aren’t funny but I think something about laughing at other’s pain, or at their expense is what makes me uncomfortable. Maybe it’s the fact that I realize that if it were me, people would be laughing at me too.

I think we don’t realize each other’s pain. If we did we wouldn’t be laughing right. I see pictures of people at their lowest, the clothes they wear, or the mistakes they’ve made on Facebook and twitter and I scroll passed it fast, so as not to be an accessory or guilty by association.

Everyone doesn’t have what we have. We must first be conscious of that. We have got to understand that some people don’t have jobs or clothes, things have happened in their lives to were loss and lack have permeated their total existence; and we laugh because their clothes are too tight, too small, or too something. We offer these people neither sympathy nor understanding. Maybe it’s because we’ve never been there so it’s a bit hard to understand loss in that particular area. But you have lacked or needed something, haven’t you?

On the other spectrum, to see others expose when some people wear on purpose clothing that are revealing, tacky, or whatever, makes me uncomfortable as well. Not because the person is revealing too much of their assets or what have you, but the person who calls it into attention make me uncomfortable because I’m not sure if they still don’t see the pain of that person.

We go into excessive situations when we are indeed in lack, no father in the home, mother not there to teach us how to be a lady, or whatever the case may be. We expose them without offering them something in exchange; something positive to their negative. I wonder if it would be okay when I see some young girl with her shorts up her spine and a low cut shirt to say “You have the most amazing eyes” if she would focus more on them the next time she decided what to wear.

Well, at least if we decide to say nothing, maybe we should say nothing on Facebook or twitter too. I don’t know, I haven’t tried it but I think I will, next time.

 

 

Seeing


 

Seeing

 

We say that we see

but do we really

we look

but we don’t really see

We look at the surface

the stuff on top

we don’t look hard, long, and deep

We look just enough

Enough to make an assumption

we don’t look deeper

to watch

Where we’re no longer

just looking

but we see

Seeing is different

Seeing doesn’t judge

it understands

It knows that

that there is always more

Seeing takes time

it doesn’t just stop

and look

It looks until it sees

Seeing understands that

that we are more complex

than we are simple

but yet we only want

want to choose to look

look on the

top

I know that everyone can’t do it

some people aren’t

compelled to do it

To look a little longer

before you open your

mouth

look like you don’t

you don’t already know

how it’s going to end

Seeing knows

that’s not all to it.