My mother use to tell me that I will meet many different people in life and that I will have to learn to work with them. Most of my life I had always been around people who had similar ideas and beliefs as me, or so I thought. Growing up meant changing and finding who I was both spiritually and personally. It wasn't until junior high that my ideas started to dramatically change. That's when I figured out that the people I once thought I connected with in some ways, were on the other end of the spectrum. High school made my spectrum even wider, showing the conflicting beliefs, ideas, and circumstances that were once hidden by innocence and suppression.
In high school, I met many people who had conflicting life styles with mine. Cosmetology put me to work with people who were completely different from me. Being placed in a room for nine hours with different girls who you've never met puts a strain on who you are. I was changing who I was to fit in with these people. Everything was flipped on me because I had different morals and beliefs than most of the girls in the class.
Mostly everyone in my class enjoys parties, dancing, and just going out and having fun. Personally, I enjoy staying home, doing productive things, and just hanging out with friends. Initially, I felt very out of the crowd. While the girls in my class would talk about their traditional high school experiences, I could never relate. I was a fish out of water with them, and when they would ask me about my experiences, my answer was always, "I've never done that". I would awkwardly laugh and joke with them, feeling left out and inexperienced. I never felt superior to them, infact, I felt inferior to them. Staying true to myself was important, but it was hard because I knew that they were more experienced in what they were talking about.
After a while, I came to the understanding that they didn't care about what I have and haven't done, as long as I was true to myself and was polite. Their acceptance was all I wanted, but they had given it to me from the very beginning. My feelings were altered because no longer was I feeling inferior to them. It was just them telling me about their life. I knew they meant no harm by doing it, and it was nothing to feel bad about. The stories they told me were to amuse me, not make me feel bad about myself.
Being in cosmetology made me understand that differences in experiences are normal, and that I can't expect everyone to have done the same things as I have. Everyone does different things with their lives, and it shouldn't affect my feelings. Acceptance and love should be given to everyone, even if they are completely different from me.
In high school, I met many people who had conflicting life styles with mine. Cosmetology put me to work with people who were completely different from me. Being placed in a room for nine hours with different girls who you've never met puts a strain on who you are. I was changing who I was to fit in with these people. Everything was flipped on me because I had different morals and beliefs than most of the girls in the class.
Mostly everyone in my class enjoys parties, dancing, and just going out and having fun. Personally, I enjoy staying home, doing productive things, and just hanging out with friends. Initially, I felt very out of the crowd. While the girls in my class would talk about their traditional high school experiences, I could never relate. I was a fish out of water with them, and when they would ask me about my experiences, my answer was always, "I've never done that". I would awkwardly laugh and joke with them, feeling left out and inexperienced. I never felt superior to them, infact, I felt inferior to them. Staying true to myself was important, but it was hard because I knew that they were more experienced in what they were talking about.
After a while, I came to the understanding that they didn't care about what I have and haven't done, as long as I was true to myself and was polite. Their acceptance was all I wanted, but they had given it to me from the very beginning. My feelings were altered because no longer was I feeling inferior to them. It was just them telling me about their life. I knew they meant no harm by doing it, and it was nothing to feel bad about. The stories they told me were to amuse me, not make me feel bad about myself.
Being in cosmetology made me understand that differences in experiences are normal, and that I can't expect everyone to have done the same things as I have. Everyone does different things with their lives, and it shouldn't affect my feelings. Acceptance and love should be given to everyone, even if they are completely different from me.