That girl in my hospitality classes, the one I convinced myself I didn’t like, sat next to me in our seminar class today. And we chatted. And I realized that my assumptions were wrong! She’s not pretentious and she’s not mean. In fact, she is quite kind. Who am I to assume negativity about her, about anybody? I am ashamed of my shallowness while I am the one who practically goes around preaching my “depth” as if it is some elusive quality I possess, as if I am as unfathomable as the oceans. Really, I’m about as unfathomable as a glass of water.
People just walked past this big stained glass structure. It has slats in it so that when someone walks by you can really only see slivers of them. In reality, we construct our own blockage through which we only view slivers of the strangers we pass, or even the people in our own lives. How can that be, when there is so much more to a person than a hint of red t-shirt or a hint of promiscuity? People are so complex. It is a shame to view them as anything less. And yet we do, every day. I do every day. I hate it.