There’s a playpen in my office, where you cool kids congregate. It helps you to feel special being in your very exclusive club. Seems you may have missed the lessons most of us learn in high school – the ones where exclusivity breeds contempt, where being adult means being interdependent with the rest of society, where diversity is the word of the day.
When you disengage from the majority of your peers, and keep isolated to your own small social circle, you miss out on all there is to learn from people different than yourself. You reinforce each other’s ideas, believing your shared lies, and lose out on what is truly true – that there is no 100% truth.
I could remove myself from being affected by shutting off the resource that is me – choosing to remain isolated only to those who are free, open and interdependent – but try as I may I just cannot put myself in that head space. Sure, I help you – whether you are interested in helping me or not, sure I cover your mistakes whether you choose to put mine under the bright light of day – but I MUST do that to remain true to myself and to continue to grow as a person. I can’t join the shutting everyone out club because I love people (well kind of – I can be a bit of a curmudgeon at times).
I don’t laugh at people’s mistakes. I won’t judge them on their clothes, hair or car. I don’t believe I am all that, and that you are not any of that at all. I don’t sneak away from my desk to jump into the playpen. I don’t give professional ethics the bird. I don’t think I’m better than you – different, sure – but not better.
I realized a long time ago, that if you stay in your playpen, you will never grow up. You cannot play childish games and be mistaken for an adult. People’s feelings are not fodder for your entertainment. And, without getting too religious on you, even JESUS chose not to judge – so exactly why do you feel entitled to.
You might be reading this, right now, maybe even over my shoulder, and say – hey, wonder who she’s talking about because people like you never see yourself through the eyes of others – that, my friend, would take empathy.
So, jump back into the playpen (actually didn’t need to say that since, of course, you are already in there giggling with the other geese) and convince yourself that you are better than the rest of us. Go ahead, I approve of it. Why – because the rest of us are outside the playpen growing and are more than happy to have the space around us filled only with adults like ourselves.