He’s Not My Type
I met someone I didn’t like this week…maybe that’s too strong. I crossed paths with a person who came off as unfriendly, arrogant, boisterous and a bully. OK, that’s not any better.
Should I try one more time? No, wisdom tells me; “When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.”
Ever encountered someone you instantly couldn’t stand? A moment when two lives intersected and for one or a myriad of reasons you developed a quick distaste for what they said, the way they acted, who they were as a person? This happened to me and it’s bothersome.
The reason I struggle with an immediate aversion towards another human being is the realization I don’t know this person. I had a glimpse of a tiny sliver of the tapestry that is his life. I’ve no idea about his past or his present struggles, difficulties, tragedies and obstacles he’s overcome. He may have an amazing life’s story and all I’ve read is this fraction of a sentence.
The truth is that too often our acceptance or rejection of a person is based on our prejudices and partialities. We sum up and slap a sticker on someone as; “my type” or “not my type” and never pause to question our reasons for doing so.
So, I stop to breathe, settle my thoughts and accept my weakness and flawed judgement. Who am I to decide a person’s worth? I will let go of my shortsightedness, look for goodness in every person I meet and hope, the next time someone doesn’t like me, they’ll do the same.