As the beginning of the fall semester draws near, I find myself remembering “The Clicker.”
If you haven’t read this old post, you might find it interesting. The post describes one of the encounters I had during my years working as a faculty member in academia. I survived those years by writing fieldnotes and reflections to record what I witnessed and experienced. For obvious reasons, I couldn’t share what I wrote then. One of the reasons I began blogging about six years ago was to finally share some of the stories. Although I did my best to remove all personal identifiers, one person did recognize a few of the protagonists since she, like me, was a target of theirs because she was different.” Today, one of those experiences came to mind and inspired the following reflection.
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as she stood by the cutting board
slicing up an old apple
before it finally became too rotten to eat
she found herself once again
looking back at her social awkwardness
chuckling about petty colleagues
who thought they were
meting out punishment by
ostracizing her from their social gatherings
when in reality, from her perspective,
they were actually sparing her discomfort
from the meaningless small talk
she would have had to endure otherwise
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I am truly grateful that I retired early and now have the gift of a position teaching groups of diverse, amazing students with the support of competent, supportive colleagues. But it’s time for me to get back to the apple before it turns even browner…
“Social awkwardness” once called ‘refinement’ as in the uncomfortable ‘discernment’ that comes with an auto-distaste for all that is GROSS, as in ‘if I pretend to support that which is clearly dysfunctional, am I not then thrown in the ring to wrestle with pigs??’ 😉
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Thank you for making me laugh with your oh so apt definition… 😄
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Hehe! Glad to ‘know’ you here, a temporary but so memorable joy, b/c I know, once this platform is gone, I’ll remember you, and what an odd thing that is to ponder.
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Thank you for such an incredibly kind comment. I feel the same way about you and the amazing work you have undertaken!
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I can definitely see myself in this post’s “reflection,” which is probably why social distancing (and mask wearing) during the pandemic are no big deal to me. I’m not knocking those who don’t share my outlook, but neither should people like me be criticized for not thinking ‘like the crowd.’
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I don’t find that surprising, Mister Muse, and can relate to your feelings about physical distancing and masks. I don’t mind them either even though ever-foggy glasses are a bit of a drag.
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Isn’t it wonderful to know this freedom to be who you are and to find those who support you! These are the blessings of continuing to live and learn. Some people say it’s growing older and wiser. I say it’s being grateful and generous.
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oh yes. 🙂
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Carol, this reaction took me back to my earlier days and what my inner responses were to the outer comings and goings and observations. I, too, retired early, grateful that I knew enough about the system to prepare the way and make it happen. Like many introverts, the masks and distancing have been just fine with me. It’s remarkable to notice just how many report suffering in these times. I’m reminded of the importance of and gratitude for an inner life that is rich, deep and connected. 💜 Powerful reflection. Thank you.
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Thank you for sharing such deep and important insights, Carrie, and for your always thoughtful comments. 💜
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I love it that “retirement” means getting down to meaningful work!
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Carol, you’re still standing and still doing meaningful work. So much for meaningless labels!!
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Thank you, dear friend. 💜
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