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As people we portray an image. Not the clothes you wear, or the way your hair is done, or even the car you drive. I mean an image of yourself. Not an image you can see, but an image everyone around you can feel. Take for instance someone you don’t like much. This person might dress well, drive a nice car, or even smell nice. But your image is tainted by the fact that you don’t like them. And because of your dislike, no amount of external decoration in the world will change this image.
I was thinking about this today after work. Every day I stop in the 7-11 by my work to buy a pack of cigarettes. Today I bumped into a girl I had known a few years ago. She had changed the way she dresses, her hair was a better style, she had a very nice car, and she smelled great. But as soon as she opened her mouth and spoke to me, all the nasty feelings I had for her came rushing back.
Another thought. I just met someone new and have been talking to this person quite a bit. Last night though, I was told something rather righteous. This person told me, “How can anyone ever say that they truly know themselves? I don’t think I want to know myself that well.”
Think about that. How many times have you surprised yourself? Or ever said “wow, I didn’t know I had it in me.”
We are strange people.
As people we portray an image. Not the clothes you wear, or the way your hair is done, or even the car you drive. I mean an image of yourself. Not an image you can see, but an image everyone around you can feel. Take for instance someone you don’t like much. This person might dress well, drive a nice car, or even smell nice. But your image is tainted by the fact that you don’t like them. And because of your dislike, no amount of external decoration in the world will change this image.
I was thinking about this today after work. Every day I stop in the 7-11 by my work to buy a pack of cigarettes. Today I bumped into a girl I had known a few years ago. She had changed the way she dresses, her hair was a better style, she had a very nice car, and she smelled great. But as soon as she opened her mouth and spoke to me, all the nasty feelings I had for her came rushing back.
Another thought. I just met someone new and have been talking to this person quite a bit. Last night though, I was told something rather righteous. This person told me, “How can anyone ever say that they truly know themselves? I don’t think I want to know myself that well.”
Think about that. How many times have you surprised yourself? Or ever said “wow, I didn’t know I had it in me.”
We are strange people.
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