Lovers,
No real news. Today's entry is more about philosphical musings. In fact, I think I'm about to totally indulge myself here. You might want to skip right over this one.
I came to realize something yesterday. I realized that all my life I've gravitated toward the same kind of person, whether this person is a friend, stranger, love interest, whatever... they're teachers. I need a teacher. I'm not just talking about classroom teachers in the formal sense, although some of the most important and influential figures in my life - who's impact I still feel today - have been just those kinds of people. I've been lucky enough to have some great ones. And unlucky enough to have had some bad ones. Sometimes I can't believe I let them get away with it...
But I'm thinking more generally right now. I need to be taught. And what we each need to learn evolves. I've met some people and found that after a matter of minutes in same cases, I had nothing to learn and kept going. I've met others who taught me what they could (sometimes this came in the form of a needed ass-kicking) and when there was nothing left to learn, I moved on. And the very most valuable people in my life are those that I continue to learn from - the ones I'll probably learn from for the rest of my life.
I suppose I need to be somewhat interested in the 'subject' as well. I've met some people who had great interest and passion for something I found to be mundane (let's say, I don't know... celebrity gossip, for example) and passed.
When I was younger, I needed to learn about lots of things. There were times when I had to learn about cruelty, pain and injustice. I had to learn about insanity and recklessness. I had to learn about things I was afraid of and repulsed by so that I could understand myself better.
Although there are some areas here and there that I now have the sense to deem useless or a waste of my time (especially at this point in my life), there's still a virtually endless universe of things I need and want to learn about and understand. And when it comes to areas I'm particularly passionate about, then a teacher is going to be a potent force for me.
I hope this doesn't sound arrogant. I still need to learn about the world, and music and science and philosophy and art and so on... But I still need to learn about simplicity as well. And humility. And love. So much more. Some things I could learn from just about anyone, regardless of their age, sex, or where in the world they're from.
This all may sound overly simplistic and obvious, but these days, I'm finding teachers harder and harder to come by. It makes sense in way - I'm getting older and hopefully I learn as I go. I'm building up my own experience and hopefully some wisdom. But still, teachers are rare. Many of us are too tired. Too tired to teach, too tired to try. People are tired. This world wears us out. It takes great strength to care enough to want to learn and in turn, pass it on.
I don't think I'm much of a teacher myself to be honest. I need more patience. And stubbornly, I believe (as it pertains to myself) in teaching (for better or worse) by example. I tend to be a bit of a masochist in how I throw all my ideas - good and bad - around like confetti. Perhaps it's lazy. I don't mind telling you that I suffer from a little laziness as much as anyone else.
I suppose I possess a certain measure of resentment when it comes to teaching certain things. If it's something I've learned on my own, without help from anyone else, I figure, "well, why should I make it any easier for you?" That's one of the major weaknesses of my character.
Let me just say, finally, that nobody is utterly useless to me. People are fascinating. All. But I don't chase people down all that often. It's the teachers I run after. It's the teachers I hold closest. I need to learn. I need to understand. It's an affliction. It's downright diabolical.
For some reason, I never really understood this about myself before. I never thought about it until just yesterday. I wonder who I learned that from...
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