I am not an intellectual. I got okay grades in school. I could have done better but I know I am no genius. I like learning more now that I am older than I did as a kid. I wasn’t driven back then. I didn’t always see the purpose behind some of what I was taught and what I was told to memorize for tests. Now – I wish I could have retained what I learned better than I do. But, I like to think I have made it through life with common sense. I think I can see a situation for what it is. I think I can read a person pretty well too. Why do I say this?
I’m just a regular person really.
I don’t have a unique or amazing talent. I don’t say the right thing all the time. I sometimes forget things – which is really frustrating. I wish I was better in a lot of ways.
Yet – I’m an open book.
I don’t have any reason to hide anything. So, I live without fear of people finding out about me. In general, if anything, I think they would probably find me uninteresting. I don’t spy – or steal – and I try not to lie. I don’t have an alter-ego. I don’t live a double life.
I like being that way. I really can’t imagine the amount of work it must take to have to cover-up, or purposely lie – and then always hope not to get caught.
So, when I say this, as this pretty normal person that I am, I don’t get what all the fear and the making up of fake news is about. It’s seems so complicated – when it shouldn’t be. So unnecessary. And, really, I think the dark theories and the undercover stories that seep out are usually made up. We have become a people of disbelief. We have become a people of thinking others are always out to get us. And in turn, we feel good sometimes when we get them first, and we get a better deal.
Some will say it’s the media who has made us so fearful, so into making sure we are not found out. Of course it’s the times we live in. Crazy times. And, there is no doubt that today’s instant, lightening fast, speed of disseminating news is a part of it. But, what if it was all truthful news? How fast we got it wouldn’t really matter.
This post is about how so many people out there, normal people like me in many respects, seem to have this ‘bogeyman’s gonna get me’ view all the time. They live to Try and hide themselves and their info, because they constantly think someone is out to get them. I never knew so many people were out there With this mindset but I see them all the time now – thanks to social media. They are so scared of getting stomped on. So worried that personal freedom will be taken away. So annoyed by the fact that they can’t hide what they want to hide.
Hey – don’t live that way!!
Be open and be honest. Then you don’t have anything to worry about.
Freedom isn’t freedom if you worry about things being taken away all the time. Freedom isn’t freedom is you don’t trust people. Freedom isn’t freedom if you can’t be yourself and not have to hide a part of you.
You know I’m going to make this political. Remember when I said I’m not that smart, but I think I see things? Why was I able to see 3 1/2 years ago what would happen to this country? It made common sense to me back then: a man who had failed in business many times, who used people for his benefit, who openly lied, and who never saw the real good in people. It was there – right in front of us. He called people names, he even ‘stalked’ his opponent in a weird way on the debate stage. You didn’t have to look hard at all. He showed himself before ever being elected.
I admit I don’t get why citizens want to be fearful… why they want to believe that poor people want to take away their jobs, and their freedoms. Why walls need to be built and children need to be caged. Why being a country on it’s own is better than living together in good relationships with other countries. I mean, why? Can’t we stop worrying about tit for tat? Stop thinking every other country is stealing from us. Stop thinking that we need more. We deserve more.
Just be content. Be honest. Be real. Still believe in truth. Look to be fair. Want equality.
That’s what matters. You don’t have to be a genius to see that.
Marla’s Musings 