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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Cultured or Snobby?

Sometimes, because of some people, I find myself feeling like a complicated, high maintenance, snobby person. It's strange because I'm really not, I know I'm not, and yet with a few simple words or look of mis-comprehension or non-comprehension (are those even words?), I suddenly feel like I am 'lording' knowledge over people. I've realized recently I gotta get over this. I am happy to be who I've grown into being. (I've added a few fun links to help explain myself...)

I can't stand making small talk. I can't stand media that doesn't make you think, even in the smallest, unobtrusive way. I can't stand music with really useless, stupid lyrics. I can't stand that big blockbuster movies are big block buster movies. I can't stand stupid 'fluff' books*. I can't stand wasting money eating in terribly mediocre restaurants where all I taste is cardboard and grease. I can't stand self-inflicted ignorance. I can't stand intolerance.

I love having a real conversation with someone. It doesn't have to be serious, it doesn't have to be really philosophical and deep, it just has to be 'real'. I love when a movie or a song or a concert or a radio interview or...whatever, says something to you. It could be something positive, it could inspire you to make a change, it could make you pause and consider something you hadn't before...and I'm not talking "Wow, I never knew Ryan Reynolds had such a great six pack!" I'm talking, "Hmm. Perhaps I should go have lunch with Grandma after watching "Away From Her" and be grateful to have some more time with an elder who is 'present'."

I love listening to a really beautiful piece of classical music. I love listening to Andrea Boccelli at full volume while I'm cooking alone....even though I can't understand a single word. I love listening to a new song by K'naan. I love listening to CBC radio and hearing real stories from real people in Newfoundland and how bats fly in the same day. I love watching the (CBC) news and learning more about what's happening in the world with out bias and fear mongering.

I love travelling to those places I've learned about and seeing how other people live. I love bringing back some of their customs and food and ideas to my own life. I love eating in places (including making new OR comfort food at home!) where the flavour seems to burst onto your tongue.

I love reading books that draw you into a world that someone has created either from their imagination or in a re-telling of a real event, the kind you can't wait to get back to whenever you have a spare moment. I love having an opinion and sharing it. I like challenging people to think of where their food comes from, where their garbage goes, what they're putting in their body, what they're putting in their mind...what kind of impact they're having on the earth, in their relationships...how they view their neighbours, their city, the rest of the world...I think I just love learning.

And I've realized it's okay to like these things about myself. I can still be a simple, easy going person and be who I am, like what I like. It doesn't make me a snob or overly complicated and intimidatingly intellectual (heaven knows that's the not the case!). It makes me me. And I like that person. Just give me real. A few original thoughts. A few extra pounds. A bit more salt. Let's see some colour and taste some of the 'flavour of you'.

What spawned this soap box tirade? One of my favourite friends sent me this video below. And it made me happy. It made me appreciate travelling, it made me appreciate appreciating the variety of life in our world, it made me appreciate the creativity and organizedness of the person who made it. Somehow, it made me realize it's okay, or more so, it's good (!) to be happy because of who you are.





*I'm talking harlequin's here people, yes, I can take a little chick-lit once and a while...

1 Comments:

At 5:16 p.m., Blogger beckster said...

Holy crap. That was amazingly inspirational and depressing all in one.

 

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