Conforming Sucks

Conformity is a socialistic disease, whatever the masses are doing, do the opposite.

I like this quote though I have no one to attribute it to except a friend of mine who sent it to me. How true is this? Very, I'd say.

Generally, I don't conform for the sake of trying to be like everyone else. Though trying too hard not to conform can be a conformity of a different kind. Now you're busy trying to conform to the idea that you're "different". We're all different, we're all unique. Not being afraid to just be unique and yourself fits this bill perfectly. I think that is the point of it. I'm living to simply live my life as though people are watching (because they are) and simply not caring, just going along my merry way. People may not be watching as much as we believe they are... but they are, in fact, watching. The media proves this daily. And other people can make our lives miserable. (Though they can also bring in lots and lots of joy.) I had an "aha" moment yesterday. Grateful for my friends in a very real, very intense way. They are individuals, not just like everyone else... and that makes me very, very happy.

Recently, there has been upheavel at my job. The guy I have spoken of being "crazy" is what I'm referring to. I have begun to feel rather guilty in my own bad mouthing of him. While I still can't say I want to work with him (though that may not be an issue anymore due to his no call/no show today), the fact of the matter is he needs help. I can't tell you what the help required may be, I'm not a psychologist nor am I perfect judge of people (far from it). Someone brought to my attention yesterday that I am showing no compassion for him, nor am I showing any mercy. So... I am done speaking of it. I don't want to add fuel to the fire, he's digging his own grave and does not need my help. And I feel bad that I haven't pointed out to anyone that he needs help and maybe someone from the company could bring this up to him. When I needed help, someone from the company approached me. My supervisor. So... I'm done and I will take no satisfaction in his being booted out. (Again, I still have no desire to be around him either.) Guess that's what I get for conforming. Guilt. I went outside of myself and became someone I am not. A gossip and a person without a heart. Neither of these two things do I believe myself to be. I forgot, momentarily, because it's easy to do that he has feelings and he's troubled. I'll send up a prayer for him, with a heavy heart. And I will take no part in anything more, here behind the scenes.