Wednesday, 17 June 2015

R-E-S-P-E-C-T!

There's a huge difference between respecting someone and liking someone.

Liking someone generally means that you find their personality/values/attitudes to be positive, and you are happy to support them and be kind to them. You might even be friends.

Respecting someone means that you may not like someone for whatever reason, but you still respect their basic human rights and their existence as a fellow human being.

I've noticed - from multiple perspectives - that the line between respect and 'likeability' is so incredibly blurred. A simple conversation over coffee can turn into a vengeful hate session against another human being. So much so that I found myself having to reevaluate how I communicate with others.

It's more than okay to express distaste for the way someone has treated you directly. It is not okay to rip them to shreds simply because you don't like them.

Calling someone out on their behaviour is NOT the same as calling someone out on being themselves.

Ultimately, every single living person will have to deal with someone they don't get along with. Perhaps your business strategies don't mesh, or your morals clash. You might not even know what it is but you just. don't. like. them.

But you don't have to live with them.

For example, I am sick of women being against other women, particularly for petty reasons.

"I just don't like her". Fine. Don't talk to her.

"She's a bitch, so stuck up." Or alternatively, she's happy and confident with herself.

"She's just so trashy." You don't like her clothes? Don't wear them.

There are so many other ways to articulate your discomfort with someone's behaviour. If anyone treats you as anything less than a human being, you should feel no shame in standing up for yourself and putting an end to it. You don't have to comment on the individual. You don't have to refer to them at all. But you can comment on their behaviour.

"So-and-so said this about me the other day, and I found it to be hurtful and uncalled for." - YES.

"I tried to speak to Insert Name Here about this Important Document, but was brushed off. Then, I received the blame for it not reaching Really Important Person. I don't think that was fair." - YES.

"Sally Smith completely ignored my suggestions in the group assessment. She's such an ugly cow." - NO. NO NO NO NO NO.

You are no better than those inflicting pain on you if you actively seek to be brutal and spiteful.


By writing this post, I don't think I'm perfect by any means. When I get riled up by some good old-fashioned discrimination or people insulting my 'prudish ways', I can hop on the phone and have a good vent like anyone. But there's a distinct difference between getting it out of your system, and actively seeking to hurt another human. When you know that what you say is going to be repeated, it's common sense to censor yourself. Filter out the negative energy and focus on what really matters.

Do whatever you like. Be whomever you like. But don't ever hurt another human being. 


That's how you show respect.

You might think it's 'right' to get 'justice' as you actively seek out your revenge. But it's not. If your safety (physical/mental/emotional) is being compromised, you have every right to protect yourself. But if no one's attacking you, then there's no need for you to jump the gun and attack at all.

They may not like you. But that's okay. You don't have to like them either.

But if they are letting you be, and respecting your worth as a person/colleague/peer/great aunt thrice removed, then you have a responsibility to extend that same courtesy to them.

And if you choose not to, well hey, that's your prerogative. But you can't expect respect if you fail to earn it from others, can you?

I'm making a conscious effort to be courteous and kind. I'm doing my best to retrain my mind to respect everyone - everyone - I come in contact with.

I believe that everyone has the right to feel safe and respected in their environment.

Don't you?

Monday, 15 June 2015

How To People

I have always been the kind of person to feel too much. When I’m happy, I’m kinda overbearing. I talk too much, I can’t stop smiling and I probably call my friends too often. But when I’m sad or anxious, I sit in silence. I watch Netflix and eat too much, and go to text someone before realising that I don’t really have anything to say.

And my anxiety will tell me that whomever I want to talk to doesn’t really want to talk to me at all.

I’m currently immersing myself in blogs and scripts and appointments and Netflix. I haven’t spoken to a number of my friends properly in weeks. Maybe months. And it feels like I’m being a horrible friend, but then I remember that I have no real capacity to be a good friend at the moment. I don’t remember how.

I teeter on this invisible balance beam of Caring. If I fall too far right, I end up Caring Too Much, and I’ll send a wave of messages to my friends reaffirming my love and support for them and oh my gosh I miss you so much can we hang out in twenty minutes you’re so amazing you can do whatever you want to okay I believe in you let’s hang out soon please because I miss you.
If I fall too far left, I feel nothing. I don’t remember any of the lovely things any of my friends have ever said to me. All I know is that in that particular moment – maybe I’m watching The Office at 11pm – I’m physically alone, and my mind tells me that I’ll stay that way.

I don’t know how to people. I wish I knew how to people.

Growing up and trying to People 

High school didn’t really prepare me for much peopleing. Mostly because it was an all-girls school where your friendship group revolved around who you sat with at lunch, and your friendships themselves were maintained by the constant ritual of eating lunch and complaining about school. I still have a handful of wonderful friends from high school, don’t get me wrong. But I don’t know how to people.

University was a whole new ball game. BOYS. I had spent the past five years having very little interaction with boys and suddenly, there they were. And guess what? YOU COULD BE FRIENDS WITH THEM. What a novel concept. I had no idea what to do, though. And so, once again, I don’t know how to people.

How To People: Freakout Edition

I have this (stupid) tendency to reach out waaaaaay too much when I feel like I’m losing a friend who happens to be really important to me. I’ll post on their Facebook walls, I’ll text them too much, heck, I might even just send them boring Snapchats all day long. I don’t mean to. It’s the anxiety. I don’t want to lose this friend, and my mind likes to say things like ‘they don’t like you’ and ‘they have more important friends than you’. And then, you reach a point where their new BFF is in their Snapchat story and you watch from your bedroom eating Nutella from the jar.

It’s tough.

I don’t know how to people. But I do know that you don’t have to people with people you don’t want to people with. Does that make sense?

As scared as I am to lose really important friends, I just wish they would tell me if they don’t want to people with me anymore. That would hurt a lot less, I think. It’s happened once before. A friend said ‘I don’t know, I just don’t feel like hanging out with you as much’. I felt a wave of relief for some reason. I felt better.

It turns out, I’m horrible at extending that same courtesy to others. If I had the guts to simply say ‘I do not wish to people with you anymore’, lives would be saved, there would be no wars, and we’d probably live in a super awesome world of cakes and awesomeness.

Coming to the realisation that someone you love a whole lot doesn’t want to people with you anymore is sad. And horrible. And lonely. But maybe – just maybe – someone else wants to people with you, and now’s their chance.

Peopleing and moving forward

So, if you’re a dear friend reading this and you wish to stop peopleing with me – no stress. Just let me know. I’ll set you free, beautiful doves, and you can fly far away from me and my horrific metaphors. (Seriously. What the heck was that?)

But if you’re a dear friend whom I’ve been smothering and you wish to continue peopleing with me… YAY! I apologise for the excessive outpouring of love. It’s the anxiety. I have your back. Send me a smiling poop emoji and I’ll know that all is good in the hood. I’ll back off a little bit, give you your space, and I’ll stifle that anxiety voice with crapton of Nutella. I promise to learn how to people better.

Now I feel like writing a book for fellow people-novices. How to People. If someone handed that to me years ago, well, maybe I’d be a little confident in my peopleing today.

I don’t know how to people. But I’ll always want to people with kind people worth peopleing with. You should too.

May you always find your people to people with.

x Maddie