I’ve got a little secret.
I am not a “people person”. Quite frankly, I just don’t like people very much. I am, however, very much a “person person”. There are lots and lots of persons that I both love and admire. What’s the difference?
The thing about persons… they are individual. Each one is different. Unique. Special. Beautiful. Easy to deal with. Or not. Depends on the person.
People, on the other hand, are a lot like sheep. Or cattle. Or wasps. They are a herd or a hive… any one is, to all appearances, interchangeable with any other one. Any one can set off a stampede or a swarm. Or a mob. Basically, people are impossible to please.
So, I choose to interact only with persons. Individual personalities… each one derived from a unique set of circumstances and driven by their very own life story. Every one is beautiful; every one has done their absolute best (even when their best “should have been” better).
I also choose to be a person, not one of “the people”. Because a person thinks her own thoughts and lives her own life. Yes, she is mindful of the effect her actions have on the important persons in her life. But she understands that being mindful of the feelings of others does not mean than she must submit to the will of “the people”. And that the impact of every person will, over time, always be more substantial than any action of “the people”.
Femme Fatale over 50 