Friday, August 12, 2011

Self Expression



Self expression comes in many forms: tattoos, dress, hair color, hair styles, piercings, and speech. Lately I’ve encountered a few noticeable prejudices against freedom of my self-expression. This was odd that I noticed it now; though, 10 years ago I noticed them all.

I won’t go into those prejudices because they are irrelevant. What I wanted to blog about is the self expression part.

There is a great sense of equality these days, that everyone is the same, everyone should be treated the same, and equally. That’s bullshit; everyone is not the same – why would you want to tell your children that? If everyone is equal then how do you explain to them the difference between the 80# living Barbie doll in their class to their 100# female warrior without creating insecurity? There are winners and losers, and not everyone is a winner. There are people that are attracted to the 80# Barbie and people that are attracted to the 100# female warrior. In my opinion the 100# female warrior is much more useful than Barbie. Your only skill-set being looking cute, having a great manicure, perfectly placed hair and a 22” waist really doesn’t serve a purpose in the real world…real life isn’t a reality show.

Self expression is often viewed as some selfish individual phenomenon…..and it is. But this selfish phenomenon creates stimulation, direction and a personal trust in oneself. Self expression is freedom, creativity, style, courage, self-assurance, personal healing and spirituality. This is a strong person.

My grandfather, who I love dearly but is severely close minded, assumes because I have tattoos that I know or will instinctively get along with someone else that has tattoos. That’s precious. The point that he misses about my self-expression is that when you have the balls to be self expressive your need for a social support system is slim. I don’t need a pack of wolves to run with to verify my views. I generally run side by side with a great man I tricked into marrying me ;-).

Speech: being able to say what you mean and want to say. But I don’t mean just communicate verbally but having the character to back it up. Speech is actually one of my biggest annoyances. I’d much rather prefer a thoughtful and self-disciplined silence. Most of the time when I talk with someone they practice relatively great caution because the potential negative social implications, so why are you talking?

Your potential is reduced when you stifle your self-expression. A friend I work with told me when he saw my new tattoo that he would never get a tattoo because he wouldn’t want people to think critically of him in his job. He told me he has spent a lifetime building his reputation and one tattoo would ruin it for years. Wow, this truly saddens me; to stifle your individualism for the sake of others is a meaningless and illogical journey . My job will never be that important to me. When I die the last thing people will remember is what I did at this desk, pushing paper from one side to the other; sending emails; regurgitating reports and memos.

To live your life instinctively doing what is willed by others and not from your heart is crazy to me; I don’t understand it. If everyone were like this we certainly wouldn’t have Google, or Facebook, or iPods…or if you are irritated with social media how about electricity, running water, refrigerators, fire, an endless list.

Something identifiable only by the given person is a powerful reminder of where you want to go. I am not the same person moment to moment. I have very different moods and shades to my personality but that is not evident it is something I process internally. My self-expression isn’t about finding a meaning to life but having a personal purpose. Striving to have a happy life and not searching for an ominous reward. I spent many years wandering, marching, roaming, strutting, drifting, stalking, swaggering, digressing, hiking…. basically lost and looking for some sort of life destination. I am much happier with the realization this is MY journey with no destination and MY self-interests are the only lighthouse beckoning when it gets too dark. I direct and determine my own actions. It’s called free will…..and I served eight years of my life defending it and I’ll be damned if I don’t exercise it.

Self expression is not an invitation to label – be more open minded than that. I personally am not a fan of naming a peculiar habit I have because at anytime or stroke of ability I can change my mind. For instance, atheism. I hate that label the most; no, I do not believe in a personal god; yes, I do think Jesus existed just not how the bible tells me so. I am a spiritual person, and my tattoo I just got on my arm expresses that. This is a very visible symbolism of the passion, love, power and faith I have in being a mother to my daughters. The tattoo the artist wanted the tattoo to face away from me and we debated about it for a few minutes. He said if the names are facing you people won’t be able to read them; I flat out told him (respectively of course….he is going to permanently mark me!) that it isn’t for other people. The tattoo is for me.

Don’t confuse my self-expression with yourself. Don’t be surprised that I ignore your close mindedness. Pointing out the fact that I have visible tattoos doesn’t make the fact that I wiped the gym floor with your ass any less visible to others.

1 comment:

  1. Well said!!! To each his own is my motto. Great Blog Ang I love your tattoo.

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