{"id":177,"date":"2011-08-18T14:34:11","date_gmt":"2011-08-18T14:34:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mymajors.com\/blog\/?p=177"},"modified":"2020-12-16T21:50:07","modified_gmt":"2020-12-16T21:50:07","slug":"revelation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mymajors.com\/blog\/revelation\/","title":{"rendered":"Revelation!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mymajors.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/pexels-photo-3771127-200x300.jpeg\" alt=\"surprised young woman browsing mobile phone\" class=\"wp-image-7088\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.mymajors.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/pexels-photo-3771127-200x300.jpeg 200w, https:\/\/www.mymajors.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/pexels-photo-3771127-683x1024.jpeg 683w, https:\/\/www.mymajors.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/pexels-photo-3771127-768x1152.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/www.mymajors.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/pexels-photo-3771127.jpeg 867w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><figcaption>Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on <a href=\"https:\/\/www.pexels.com\/photo\/surprised-young-woman-browsing-mobile-phone-3771127\/\" rel=\"nofollow\">Pexels.com<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n<p>So it just amazes me. No, I am not talking about the dance skills of Kevin McHale. Although those really do amaze me. I am talking about the bigger picture. I am talking about how we, as individuals, are viewed in life.<\/p>\n<p>I had a revelation today. There are these two girls in school. I don&#8217;t know them very well, but they call me &#8216;beautiful&#8217;, everyday. Like, &#8220;Hey Beautiful&#8221;. Not by my name, or even &#8216;President&#8217;, as one used to call me. Now, this may be based on my looks, my inner person, or their generosity. The interesting thing here is that all I know about them is nothing &#8211; except that are two good-lookin&#8217; gals who like pizza and play sports (because let&#8217;s face it, who doesn&#8217;t like pizza?) I&#8217;ve never had a conversation or experience with either one of them, so I would think that they do not really know me either. Hence, my puzzlement on the origins of that nickname. <\/p>\n<p>Then there are some other people. They either give me rude looks, bump into me in the hallways and tell me to watch where I&#8217;m going, call me &#8220;Hey YOU&#8221;, something unmentionable, or nothing at all. They are rude, snobbish, and they gossip &#8211; all the while claiming that it is I who hold these characteristics &#8211; not them. These people, of course, do not call or lead me to believe that they think I am in any way beautiful. Or even mildly attractive.<\/p>\n<p>Then there are my true friends, who love me, it would appear, no matter what I say or do.<\/p>\n<p>I realize that whether people like me or not has absolutely nothing to do with me. I am myself in every situation.<\/p>\n<p>It has everything to do with how some one else reacts to me &#8211; how other people see me. Whoever &#8216;they&#8217; make me in their eyes is who I am to them.<\/p>\n<p>So, there really is no point in sweating it &#8211; trying to be extremely nice or impressive or whatever.<\/p>\n<p>*TOTALLY TRUE BUT TOTAL CLICHE WARNING*<\/p>\n<p>I just need to be myself, because people will have their opinions of me, in spite of me. It&#8217;s who they are.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So it just amazes me. No, I am not talking about the dance skills of Kevin McHale. Although those really do amaze me. 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