We can type, or spend, more time figuring out what ‘type’ we are.
What type are you? What type do you want to be?
As simple as changing fonts, from Arial 10 to Georgia 14?
Simpler than that.
Craves to be understood. Was it what my mother did, or didn’t? Or was it dad?
When I was born? Where planets were at my moment of arrival (astrology fans love this bunk), or just bad luck, bad timing or bad baby food?
Thankfully we are not ruled by our past, our origins or our makers. We have capacity for thought, understanding, change – can start yelling from rooftops, or stop yelling – we can begin to pay attention to everything, or start ignoring everything.
Point, click, type, hit send – asking anything, communicating anything – unlike ‘speaking up in meetings’, raising hands in class, nudging the person next to us, whispering …
Everyone can be a loudmouth. Loudmouth-ism seems apropos to high elected office, to notoriety, fame and fortune. AND, it seems everybody is doing it. Not everybody.
What should we do? Seeing someone about to do something stupid, do we stop them, encourage them or just watch them flounder, fail, freeze and frustrate themselves?
More important I think, to understand why?
Why do we (including myself in the ‘collective we’) seek to speak rather than sit, yell rather than whisper, strut rather than walk behind the crowd?
If ‘craving attention’, will getting attention salve our wound?
I think ‘craving attention’ is something I/we carry through life.
Can’t shed it if we’ve got it. Like some virus, forever part of our life, part of our being.