IF WE COULD SEE OURSEVES AS OTHERS SEE US…
I once told my “blogging” daughter (hereinafter referred to as “BD” to preserve her anonymity) that I don’t post comments her blog because I’m like that outgoing, talkative kid that is given a telephone or microphone and then can’t utter a syllable. Many of her posts make me want to comment, but I’ll just blog instead, and because she’s the only reader of my blog, it’ll be like writing a real long comment.
Her last few posts made me think about how she perceives herself and then how we all perceive ourselves. As I thought about this and decided to write a piece on my blog, I went to my research assistant, GOOGLE, to see who had written the original thought and typed in, see ourselves as others see us…. Results 1 - 10 of about 66,200,000 ….
After reading the first 14,325,278, I realized that I might want to do a more defined search, I put it in quotes “see ourselves as others see us”... Results 1 - 10 of about 43,200 … after reading all of these and taking out the repeats, I still wasn’t sure about the original quote. I do remember that I was nodding off in high school English as a poem was being read. As my eyes rolled back in my head, and the drool ran out of my mouth, and just before narcolepsy took over and my head cracked against the desk, I heard these words. But who said them? Lord Byron, Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley. Who names a boy Percy Bysshe and expects him to grow up heterosexual? I believe he was (heterosexual that is) his wife was the author, Mary W. Shelley, author of “Frankenstein,” but I digress….).
So what was that going to tell me anyway? I wanted to know the exact quote and the context, but whoever said it could be interpreted on several levels; if “they” think we’re ugly, are we? If “they” think we’re cool, are we? If “they’re” cool (in our opinion) and we’re not cool, in their opinion, are we therefore not cool by extension? On, and on and on. Again, so what? What would it mean to her if I said, “You’re beautiful,” which several of her readers did say, and I now realize I never said it enough, and she is.
The posts on “BD’s” blog were about how she sees herself, not how others see her. I think she’s beautiful, and I know others do too. Can she accept imperfection in others, but is it that she can’t accept a few extra pounds on herself? Would she say to me “change your physical appearance (or anything else) so my love could be given”? We have to accept what we are and do the best with what we have. Not to say, don’t try to better yourself, but if you can accept imperfection in others and grant them love, is it important to be perfect in your own eyes to love yourself, or at least not hate yourself? I’m more than happy that her posts indicate she has turned a corner. I hope that she continues to be happy with herself; but who knows what’s in the cards, it’s all good, we hope, but fate or God or some random microbes may take a hand. We are what we are …until we’re not.
So hang in “BD.” BE HAPPY, and I hope you’re through agonizing about your physique, and as Percy Bysshe would say:
Her last few posts made me think about how she perceives herself and then how we all perceive ourselves. As I thought about this and decided to write a piece on my blog, I went to my research assistant, GOOGLE, to see who had written the original thought and typed in, see ourselves as others see us…. Results 1 - 10 of about 66,200,000 ….
After reading the first 14,325,278, I realized that I might want to do a more defined search, I put it in quotes “see ourselves as others see us”... Results 1 - 10 of about 43,200 … after reading all of these and taking out the repeats, I still wasn’t sure about the original quote. I do remember that I was nodding off in high school English as a poem was being read. As my eyes rolled back in my head, and the drool ran out of my mouth, and just before narcolepsy took over and my head cracked against the desk, I heard these words. But who said them? Lord Byron, Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley. Who names a boy Percy Bysshe and expects him to grow up heterosexual? I believe he was (heterosexual that is) his wife was the author, Mary W. Shelley, author of “Frankenstein,” but I digress….).
So what was that going to tell me anyway? I wanted to know the exact quote and the context, but whoever said it could be interpreted on several levels; if “they” think we’re ugly, are we? If “they” think we’re cool, are we? If “they’re” cool (in our opinion) and we’re not cool, in their opinion, are we therefore not cool by extension? On, and on and on. Again, so what? What would it mean to her if I said, “You’re beautiful,” which several of her readers did say, and I now realize I never said it enough, and she is.
The posts on “BD’s” blog were about how she sees herself, not how others see her. I think she’s beautiful, and I know others do too. Can she accept imperfection in others, but is it that she can’t accept a few extra pounds on herself? Would she say to me “change your physical appearance (or anything else) so my love could be given”? We have to accept what we are and do the best with what we have. Not to say, don’t try to better yourself, but if you can accept imperfection in others and grant them love, is it important to be perfect in your own eyes to love yourself, or at least not hate yourself? I’m more than happy that her posts indicate she has turned a corner. I hope that she continues to be happy with herself; but who knows what’s in the cards, it’s all good, we hope, but fate or God or some random microbes may take a hand. We are what we are …until we’re not.
So hang in “BD.” BE HAPPY, and I hope you’re through agonizing about your physique, and as Percy Bysshe would say:
"The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
PS -- By the way, it was Robert Burns who almost said “if we could see ourselves”…he wrote in Scottish, and I guess the line has been used so much, it’s English now. It’s in the last stanza of his poem, “To a Louse.” That’s the one about a flea that was crawling on a beautiful woman, in church, while Burn’s watched (no doubt bored by the Preacher, his eyes rolled back, droll came out of the corner of his mouth, just before his head cracked down on the wooden pew) he wrote:
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
An foolish notion:
What airs in dress an gait wad lea'es us,
An ev'n devotion!
I remember the point now, as beautiful and well dressed as this woman was, to the flea she was just dinner and a home. Makes me want a glass of Scotch!
So L’chaim, Bobby Burns, and may we all BE HAPPY, especially BD, LF, MELBERITO, and DOOBIE.
