Hello, my pretties! How are you all? Well, I hope! I’m doing fine, no news at all to share. Well, mostly no news. I’m under the impression that WordPress has changed the way the general dashboard looks, but I may be wrong. Could any other bloggers out there weigh in, please? Thanks in advance!
Without further ado (but please, do weigh in, I’m doubting my own perception here!), let us go on to the topic of today’s post, shall we?
Intuition. That’s something we hear a lot about linked to women, and sometimes specifically mothers.
I’m not a mother, and will never be, but I’m a woman. More than that, though, I’m someone who pays attention. I pay attention to what people say, and, more importantly, to what they don’t say. What they do, how they treat others, how they conduct themselves, their body language, etc. These are the things that interest me when it comes to other people.
That means I have very keen instincts and gut feelings when it comes to people. And I’m starting to get good at listening to them. I remember when I was very young – still in elementary school, and I met this girl. I just didn’t like her right away. Which was pretty odd for me, as my default setting when it comes to people is positive. Still, I kept on talking to her (mostly because my mother forced me to) until she started spreading rumors about me and tried to beat me up to look good for the popular kids.
Second case happened when I was in middle school. There was this classmate I just felt wrong about. He had never done anything to me, but there was this nagging feeling inside me. I was old enough at this point to make my own decisions about whether or not I would befriend people, so I didn’t. I talked to him, and tried my best to be civil, but something inside me didn’t like him. My mother – in her infinite wisdom (I’m obviously being sarcastic) – tried everything to force me to befriend the guy, including, but not limited to, calling me a racist because, in her mind, the sole reason why I didn’t want to be friends with him was the color of his skin (because I’m so fucking white, right?).
I kept on being civil, but the nagging feeling was still there. Then, at some point, I was forced to be in a group project with him. There was no option, he had to be in my group, because no other group would take him. Sigh. Fine, what could we do? We sucked it up, told him when we would be staying later at school to do everything we needed to do and started working.
Well, our group mate kindly didn’t show up. At all. He said he couldn’t ever stay after class to get work done. Fine. Again, we sucked it up and kept working. We would go to classes, eat something somewhere near the school, and come back to start working on the project. All of us but the young gentleman. Our teacher – the one who had assigned us the project – had seen us several times as she was walking to and from classes during the afternoon. She didn’t ask us where our classmate was, but she was seeing it all.
By the time the project was finally ready, our classmate finally let us know he was alive. He wanted to finally help us out. So he told us that he would generously type and print our project and bring it for the presentation. Keep in mind that this was way back when not everyone had a computer at home.
Fine, we all concluded that he just wanted to feel like he had participated in some small way. So we allowed him to do it. The day of the presentation comes, and he hands the project over to our teacher. With only his name on it. You could have heard a pin drop as she took the project and read the cover with only one name on it.
The silence didn’t last long, though, as she soon started lecturing him on his betrayal of a group that had generously accepted him even though he hadn’t really contributed a lot to all of the work we all had done. I went home that day and told my mom about the event. She simply commented about me not wanting to befriend him before.
Phew, I think I wrote a lot to make such a small point, didn’t I?
I think I can let you all talk now. Have you ever had a strong gut feeling about someone that turned out to be justified? Share your story with me in the comments!
See you all on the next post!