I want you to draw a Venn diagram.
I want you to compare and contrast yourself to the person you last communicated with.
Next, I want you to draw another Venn diagram.
I want you to compare and contrast the city you live in now to the city you grew up in.
Finally, draw another Venn diagram and put a big X through it.
Quit comparing, quit contrasting. Seriously, screw it.
K now listen “Nothing from Nothing” by Billy Preston just because it might make you feel like dancing.
While thorough analysis is a highly sought-after skill, I’ve found that when we compare and contrast our lives, it may keep us from giving our new experiences (people, places, things) a real chance.
Can’t you hear it? Your future experiences on hand and knee, begging you to “take a chance on me, take a chance on me”? Listen carefully.
People. We’re all different, yeah? And it’s a natural human tendency to compare and differentiate oneself from others. How are you different? Why should I hire you and not the last dude who walked through the door?
It’s also natural to high-five, say “OMGsh”, and jump around and squeal when you find out you have the same favorite color as a new acquaintance. That’s perfectly lovely, but it’s the effort put towards differentiating and potentially isolating oneself from others that may get us into some trouble.
I used to believe I had a way of thinking about the world that was unique to others. So unique there was no way anybody had ever had the same thoughts as me; all these books in the library? Psh. No way they mention the things that go on in my head. No way have people felt what I felt. I am different. I am me.
Oh, young Jen, this isn’t so.
Get off that high horse and quit doubting people.
I found that if I opened myself up to new people, remain humble and not impulsively raise myself above or below them, maybe I’ll do more jumping and squealing upon common thinking.
I’ve personified this thought with basic human emotions, so I can not only understand it, but feel it: it’s not fair to your new experiences if your past experiences are constantly lingering around. In a way, you’re not respecting the possibilities of new people, new places, new things (to be ambiguous).
And yourself. Ohhhhhhh, you.
- You are not your 6-year old self.
- You will not fit into the same pants nor will you be able to relive the same memories.
- Camp one summer will be different the next summer (a tough, tough first world problem I had to learn).
- Your hair will get bigger with age, so quit the nostalgia trips of the tamed-hair years.
- Your first relationship will be different than the next, and the next, and the next after that. You don’t go into one and blend them together, isolate them, compare them, and spit them back out and decide you’re in the one you’re in because of x, y, and z. You don’t go into one because you lacked or had too much of something from the previous one. This isn’t fair to the current and futures ones.
And new places:
Yes it’s true that Tallinn, Estonia is not Lawrence, Kansas or Dallas, Texas. I’m glad it’s not. You think I would let the -20 degree weather along with hanging death icicles keep me from letting Tallinn shine in its’ own right? That wouldn’t be fair to Tallinn. (see, personifying?)
You think I would travel to Helsinki and walk around the half-cobbled streets and keep thinking Tallinn’s cobbles are better? No. Again, not fair.
World, I don’t care if you have a Starbucks or McDonald’s or Chipotle (well, maybe) or free public toilets. I will not think less of you don’t have my comforts from home. I intend to make new comforts, and when I get too comfortable with those comforts, I intend to make more comforts.
Quit the venn diagrams
Quit comparing yourself to people
Quit comparing people to people
Places to places
Apples to apples
Post-preach update:
I’m really loving work. The teens could not be more special. Seriously.
The first snow fell on Friday! Which obviously means it was time for my first frozen yogurt.
I took my new friends to Texas Bar & Cantina. The Russian philologists. I was crying laughing around these people to the point we had to get paper and pen to write down every funny. When I lifted up my cactus-for-a-stem margarita glass to cheers, I said “chairs” and my Russian tutor said “tables”. Oh, puns do exist across cultures.
And last night I hosted my first work-related gathering. My oven was also used for the first time. We (okay, they) made pizza and we sipped on Ukrainian prosecco. It was such a joy to see a handful of new friends comfortable and happy in my apartment.
We made moves to Old Town by sliding across the icy cobble-stoned streets; as a precautionary justification to any sudden face-planting, I whispered, “I’m from Texas, I’m from Texas”.
After a few hours of dancing I was basically gliding through the streets like a professional Russian ice-skater. I also had a cold water bottle in my hand. If that’s not adapting I don’t know what is…
OKAY, fine, I’ve also been sleeping in my wool socks and fleece jacket 🙂
Chairs and tables,
Jenstonia – so you can’t really jog on ice…