kraftiekortie wrote:
I don't feel we should actively seek to "conform," in a slave-like manner, to "greater world" standards.
By the same token, I don't believe it is useful to actively seek "not" to conform.
I believe in picking and choosing when to conform, and when not to conform.
THIS.
Some of the time, conformity is a good thing. It saves time, and trouble, and discomfort, and makes things work. I will conform to the traffic laws. I will conform my vocabulary and accent to match that of the people I'm talking to. I will smile and nod in political discussions. I will not get opinionated with the preschool moms. I will smile and nod when my MIL speaks. I will not opine about "getting your feelings out of a bottle" when my relatives are getting drunk and playing with prescription meds.
Some of the time, conformity is a bad thing.
"Oh, you want to buy the falling-down fishing cabin that is $20,000 above where we set the top of our price range?? And your parents think it's a great idea?? OK, Honey!!" I'm just grateful that ALL we lost was every penny we put into it-- at least we were able to sell it for enough to cover the balance of the mortgage!!
"Oh, I'm sick of having no one to hang around with. Cousin wants me to steal wine, cigarettes, and marijuana from my dad and spend all my allowance on gasoline and nail polish. She wants me to hang around with people I know are dangerous and ride down the road passing a bong. If I do this stuff, she'll let me hang around with her. Well, hell, it's not like I've had any success being myself..." BAD DECISION!! BAD DECISION!!
"Oh, I really don't think Daddy should be up that holler alone trying to take care of his freshly crippled wife. If I don't help him, nobody will. But I'm the only one who thinks I should do it, so I must be wrong. I'll probably get thrown out if I put my foot down and go to him, so I'm going to sit here in my house and call him half a dozen times a day and worry myself sick." Yeah, I'll be living with the consequences of THAT one for the rest of my life.
"Oh, gee, I haven't been able to get ahold of him for two [three, four, five, six] days. But everyone says he's probably just busy. FIL says he's probably mad at me and avoiding me because I'm stupid. Yeah, I guess I am stupid. Can't blame him for not wanting to talk to me. He probably wishes I'd go away. I should make some cookies and stop being autistic..." Except, of course, that he was dead and rotting in his bed, and nobody gave a s**t but an old stroke patient with half a brain and a high-functioning autistic (two people that no one is going to listen to, ever).
Yeah, conformity. SO GLAD I DID THAT. [/sarcasm]
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