Charley over at Courage posted this Wedsnesday Reflection:

 

We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for.

Marie Ebner von Eschenbach

What he would like is for anyone who wishes to, to post and entry in their journal about the reflection.  Then please visit Charley and leave a link to your reflection in his comments.  http://journals.aol.com/cdittric77/Courage/ Here are my thoughts:

 

Had I read this qoute, oh, say, a good 20 years ago, I would have proudly exclaimed, "BULL#$%"  and gone on my merry way.  Well, actually,  I probably wouldn't have gone so merrily.  As teenagers went, I was not the sweetest.  I was rather foul, as a matter of fact, from age 13 to about age 17.  I loved to spike my hair, wear crazy clothes, smoke and swear, and pretty much saw everyone who didn't appreciate my individuality as total stuck ups.  I loved that others thought I was possessed.  I couldn't have cared LESS what ANYONE thought of me... "DAD!" I'd say, "who CARES if no one will ever hire me for a job?!  If they don't like me because of the way look, screw 'um!"   

WELL, then I grew up of course...that was a very dark period in my life and I went through some difficult teen years as Punk MEESHELL.  I brought a lot of it on myself, but I think deep down I did care.  Not as much as I do NOW of course.  Now that I have children and I work at my very own elementary school.  I certainly care how people view me.  And my children.  And my husband.  There's part of me that wants to whisper screw you sometimes, but I have a family to think of.  I am SO opposite of the way I was, it's not funny... when I tell my girls not to make eye contact with the punks that hang out at the park in their black clothes and multiple body piercings, I think, omg... that was me!  Scary...

Thanks, Charley.  I needed that!