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Gina Regan
How did I get so tired?
I sleep for seven to eight hours every night. I love sleeping. It’s one of my top five favorite activities of all time, alongside eating ice cream, eating pizza, eating cake and eating Reese’s peanut butter cups (refrigerated, of course, because I’m no rube).
So why am I drained? I mean, I’m clearly getting enough sugar …
People. People is the reason I’m exhausted. Pleasing people, avoiding people, seeking the approval of people, clearing up miscommunications with people, explaining myself to people, finding people, hiding from people, trying to make people conform to your idea of how particular people should act. People. Grr, people.
That being said, I really am a people person. Most of the time I like people. Most people. Some people. The people I choose to be around.
We are frail, weird, egotistical creatures. I consider myself a fairly normal human being, and even my behavior is riddled with idiosyncrasies. Sometimes I find myself absentmindedly munching on my hair, and yet I am a functioning member of society. Most of us are functioning members of society, but we are an odd bunch.
Maybe it’s time we stop trying to explain ourselves to the rest of the universe and let our weirdness fly free. I have a feeling it’s a lot less exhausting. Let’s sound our barbaric yawps over the roofs of the world, Walt Whitman style, and revel in our own personhood. I like to eat M&Ms according to a unique color-coded pattern made up entirely in my head, but I pay my bills on time, so it’s all good.
You only clip your toenails on Sundays? Great. Keep on clippin’ on. You have nine forms of chapstick on you at all times? Wonderful. In a bind, you use paper clips as toothpicks? Ok, sure.
I live with myself every second of every day, and you know what? I like me. I am constantly making mistakes; big ones too. But that’s ok. I don’t have to justify myself to people, care what people think, or try to win people over. We are all flawed, grasping at invisible straws, doing the best we can to get it right in a world intent on telling us it’s, we’re, not enough.
You do you, and I’ll do me, and maybe, just maybe we’ll all find a little more energy to pursue our life’s weird passions.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and I feel more energized already.
Photo (Flickr CC) by Scott Cresswell
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