It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Sometimes I have nothing to say. Sometimes I just look at something, and look away. I don't look away in disgust. I don't look away in fear. I don't look away out of habit. I just look away.
If I see something I don't care for, like an ugly tattoo, I just look away. I move on. I don't think about the tattoo...I just ignore it.
It's not worth my time to think about it. It's not worth the energy to stare. It's not worth the time of day. If anything I'm annoyed I saw it in the first place. Same thing happens when I see punk kids walking around with their pants hanging low, or dressed all hip hop. I just look away.
I was told along time ago, if you acknowledge something, even in the negative, you are just validating their behavior or look. There's alot of truth in that. It's not burying your head in the sand, it's minimizing the mundane or ugly.
No comments:
Post a Comment