The World Runs On…
July 21, 2009 in Speak of Freedom
Acceptance.
Somebody had to accept that fool to wear this anywhere in public, much less represent HIMSELF.
You may hate it or love it but to parahrase Three Stacks, I’ve got a little something to say.
The world runs on acceptance.
Not money. Not greed. Not any mention of love (well acceptance is a kind of love) but that is what the world banks itself on. Acceptance on everything. From god, the kid who you’ve had a crush on since fifth grade, the teacher who grades your papers. Everybody walks in this world to please somebody by doing something to gain their attention to put a smile on their face.
This isn’t one of those take my advice and heed my warning sort of things but it’s something to put on a plate and digest. What have you NOT done for somebody in trying to be accepted by them? You’ve changed what you would usually do for a person; you conform to doing their every whim even when you say you aren’t going to. You contradict the word non-conformist to the point where you even drive yourself crazy because you’re conforming to not doing anything.
Personal acceptance is when people get in trouble, when they fall out of favor with somebody and then move on. Those who suffer feed themselves with a bunch of questions like, was I wrong in this? And, I know I’m wrong and I’m sorry, baby come back. And we feel rejected as hell when that apology of conforming to certain ways doesn’t go through.
I can’t complain though, because that is how life has been. It’s the reason why some girls didn’t date me, some people didn’t want to be my friends and why some jobs just didn’t hire me. It’s because I didn’t meet their particular standards of how they wanted me to be. And it’s not like you can easily say I’m doing this for me when you’re doing it for the benefit of somebody else. You change how you appear to certain people to be cool with a group of people you believe are on the up and up.
That girl with the big ass and big breast but can’t carry a conversation for the life of her? You do things to say that you slept with her one night and then married the more conservative chick who was ride or die, had smaller boobs and ass but could always balance your checkbook or give you a smile on the way out the door.
That is the reason why relationships fail. Because we grow tired of trying to accept what somebody else does? We think it’s healthy to do things on our own but we never have. We move into apartments and houses trying to impress our neighbors and the outside world that we are independent (c.) Webbie. We try that latest fashion because we want somebody to tell us, “Man you look fresh in that outfit”. That new phone, that new accessory, hell even that new toothpaste because it makes your teeth that much whiter and might give somebody the SLIGHTEST inkling into giving you a compliment.
Most things life cannot buy. For that, you want acceptance.
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