Sunday, April 22, 2012

Type B Me

Why do people, in particular, men, want to put me into a box?  They want me to be this person that suits them, makes them feel comfortable and in turn makes me crazy!

I'm not going to say I'm a free spirit.  But I'd have to say more of a roaming gnome.  I like what I like.  I may not always have the exact words to describe what I'm talking about.  I may have my head in the clouds sometimes, but that's just me!  I love to have a laugh and enjoy life.   I'm also pretty open to trying new things.  I tend to go with the flow.  I'd say I lean far into the 'type B' territory.  I understand there is a need for 'type A's' but I just can't make myself into that regimented militant commander.  I take life as it comes.  I'm not a terribly messy slob, but I'm also not a neatnik.  Don't get me wrong, I like to know what is on the radar, but I don't find it necessary to plan out every minute detail.

I enjoy going out for a night with friends to listen to a band play.  I don't have to pick them apart and decide what their next move should be in 'the business.'  I can just enjoy the fact that they are there to do what they enjoy doing and they get to make people happy in the process.  We should all have the opportunity to share that feeling.  Enjoying life isn't necessarily about the final product, but about the process.  I think if we can't be aware of the process, we lose sight of how sweet the final product can be.



Having been in my current job for 12 years now, I feel I pretty much know what I'm doing at work.  Management tend to have their own ideas about how things are done.  This is really the only place I feel I may have some 'type A' tendencies.   It would be one thing if we were an independent, but we are run by a corporation with rules and regulations in place for a reason.  If only those rules and regulations were followed the way they are meant to be, things would be so much smoother and employees would be so much happier.

I make  mistakes throughout the course of a day.  I am aware of this.  I take full responsibility for my faux pas.  Usually, as soon as I open my mouth, I am aware that my size 7 1/2 has involuntarily kicked it's way into my pie hole.  You don't need to berate me 9,000 times in lots of big words to make you feel better.  You won.  I'm not going to yell and scream.  I'm not a fighter so much.  I get it, I'm wrong.  End of story.  I don't need a 20 minute oration on why I am wrong and you are right.  If I find that I am right, I don't spend an extraordinary amount of time making sure you are aware.

George Carlin was right.  Men are dumb and women are crazy, because men are dumb!  Haha.  I am not trying to bash men in this blog.  I do believe there are some great guys out there, incredible guys even.  I may even know a few of them on a first name basis.  I hope to get to know you better.  I hope you want to know me better.  Just realize this:  I am me, I may not be you're ideal and I never will be.  Let me be me and enjoy all my quirks and intricacies.  Don't put me in your tidy little box or you'd better put the lid on extra tight, cause it won't be pretty when I spring out!

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