Perceptions

I have been slacking in the blog department, mostly because I’ve been busy living, so I won’t make any apologies.

Something has been on my mind a lot lately though. It keeps reoccurring in my life. Whether it’s my own perceptions, others perceptions of me, or even friends perceptions in lovers. It has made me contemplate the misconcieved perceptions.

It happens with me a lot. Often people see me as what they want me to be. I think they see a part of themselves that they are not brave enough to be. But then when they see other sides of me, the ones that are more like them, they find themselves disappointed. I have many times been left to feel like I let someone down. But honestly, I was just being me.

We all do it. We all find that lover, friend, or someone that we want to idealize just a little bit. We put them in the best light, see what we want to see. We make excuses for them when they don’t meet our expectations. Sometimes we’re so blind to who they really are, that when we finally see it, we are left crushed and wondering what happened. It’s not really fair to the person we are doing this to. It happens repeatedly to celebrities.

I think we have to make an effort to truly accept and see a person for who they truly are. To accept the good and the bad. Only when we can see someone for everything they are, and not our misconceived perception of what we hope they are, can we truly love people.

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About strokeofred

I am from Kansas and I have traveled all over the world. I am an artist, and I have a business brain. I love skirts and tennis shoes. I like to get dirty and ride motorcycles. I am sensitive and I can be mean. I love nature, and believe in protecting it. I love to laugh, and feel better after a good cry. I can be stubborn and impatient. I am constantly growing. I am open and free. I look to be inspired and love to inspire. I play guitar and secretly want to play drums. I have a puppy that brings me great joy. I love hugs, cuddling, holding hands...and wrestling. I love the mountains and the beach. I have to make a pilgrimage to the ocean at least twice a year to balance myself. I believe in balance in all things. Traveling is a passion, and meeting interesting people from all over the world is the perk! I have small town values, and big city dreams. I love beer, hate wine. I believe that what you put out comes back. I believe and live by the belief of treating others like you want to be treated. I enjoy stimulating conversation, and a good sense of humor. Caffeine is my drug of choice, and coffee over chess or good conversation is my luxury. I am strong but sometimes feel small. I strive to be my authentic me.
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One Response to Perceptions

  1. Alan says:

    Perhaps we all are what we are perceived to be. Aren’t we all, really, all things at one time or another? I have perceived ugliness and beauty from the same source (but you know I love having my mind bent a little). Others perceptions of us make a difference in us, even if it is just for that person. The biggie here might be self-perception. Right or wrong, what do we see in ourselves? Are we viewed as caring because we care, and project that image of ourselves in thought and deed? Are we then perceived as thoughtless when we don’t fully give our attentions? Same person. Seems like a good jumping off point is honest self-perception, tempered with kindness. Then looking outside ourselves, to other folk, acquaintances, friends, children, family, lovers, perceive them with the same kindness. Thanks Anastacia,.. now maybe a cold cloth for my head. 🙂

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