|"I've been teaching empty classrooms for years."|
If you blog or have read just about any article about blogging, you can probably tell me that I'm not supposed to end it with a lesson; I'm supposed to end it with an invitation for a response. Even most (maybe some) preachers with blogs know that.
My problem seems to be rooted in how I relate to people.
If you've seen The Hangover part II (please don't if you haven't), you might remember a scene where Alan Garner flashes back to the night no one else can remember. He sees himself and his friends as 12 year-olds. It explains a lot about him. The scary thing is that I sometimes act like I see everyone else as a 12 year-old. The exception is myself: I'm the adult. And what do adults do? They teach children valuable lessons.
How jacked up is that?
|Not really sure what's happening here, but it's jacked up, too.|
I'm far from a prolific blogger, but that's no excuse for not loving people and recognizing how important and how smart they are. I think that's the reason for it deep down. And it's definitely something I'm trying to recognize and change.
This is where I'm supposed to end with a McGuffin, a film device now used incorrectly in social media. This is also something I'm not good at. Maybe this will invite a response, though:
I think many of us struggle with everyday struggles against selfishness and ego. Mine exhibits itself in the need to teach a lesson. I'd love to hear [read] about any ways you see this in yourself, and -- even better -- how you have battled against it. Hopefully this will encourage Angela that there is hope for me.