Sunday, August 8, 2010

for the sake of camaraderie

Sometimes I find myself doing things I don’t actually want to do.
This one time, a car passenger of mine, rolled down the window and began snaking her hand up and down like her fingers were doing ski jumps.

“Don’t you like to do this?” Passenger says, phalanges flowing freely through the wind.

Me (thinking): No, not really. In fact, I wish you’d stop because if the car suddenly crashes right now we will be frozen in time as “those” people who do things like “that.”

Me (in actuality): “Sure,” while rolling down my window and watching my fingers unfold a life of their own.

Rolling down your car window and sticking out your hand is probably not a big deal; I get that. But there seems to be some things unavoidable, especially in the girl sphere, and it upsets me. Namely, like, such as, Bachelorette things and Twilight things and so on.
When faced with the opportunity to see a Twilight movie, I only had 2 options.

Do I . . .
a. Stay home, scowl superiorly, prove my point, and refuse to talk about it because that would only give it more attention (like I’m doing right now. Dang it. )
b. Go, swallow that pride, and “bond” with my sistas (speaking figuratively, not literally, although the literal sisters may apply here too)

Do I be antagonistic or agreeable? WHAT do I do??!! In this great contest of reason vs. feelings . . .

It’s a talent to stick up for things that are good while still letting people know they’re loved.
It is now that I have come to this conclusion:

People > points proven.

If our motive is really to help people and not push our own agendas, that’s good right?

Because it's hit me lately that Christ wasn’t crucified to prove a point, but to save people. It didn’t matter if no one saw and no one knew. It didn’t matter if the event was unrecorded and the rest of history went on quite naturally with this whole thing forgotten. We were rescued from our own destructive selves. That’s what mattered. Love is much more than a system of checks and balances.

So yes, stick your hands out my window dear car passenger, because you are more important to me than the stigma of hand wavers.

Love, Chloe.