Okay, honeymoon’s over. Time to unveil the real Turtle.
My Dear Friend gives me one of those “ummmmm” noises whenever I ask a question like that. Like she’s gonna tell Momma Turtle on me. Like Momma Turtle don’t know I think things like this.
I’m going with the unproven assumption here that the entire universe doesn’t revolve around me and therefore a person couldn’t exist for the sole purpose of annoying me.
Hey, that’s a pretty big concession for this turtle. I’ve led a deliberately sheltered life. I’ve avoided people because people are hard. You never know what they’re going to do or say or believe. If they don’t agree with you, they tend to express it, leading to arguments and general drama and the occasional apology.
I just don’t care for it.
It’s far easier to sit in the basement and watch the original Star Trek where all problems are solved with a simple point-and-shoot of a phaser. Or a kiss. Or both.
As I’ve grown older, not necessarily up, my opinion has changed. I’m starting to see the point of all those “worthless,” “irritating” people.
TT: What? You think I was serious up there when I said it wasn’t all about me? Here’s the scoop: it’s always about me, even when it isn’t. I wish that weren’t true, but if wishes were fishes, we’d all be eating steak.
I’m learning how to listen instead of take offense. I’m learning some points of view are valid, even if they aren’t mine (Not all of them! But more than I used to allow). I’m learning how to walk away without rancor. And, most importantly, I’m learning I’m not always right, even if I’m not always wrong, either.
If everyone in the world was like me, yes, we’d have order, but it would be dreadfully boring. Half the fun in making friends is finding the places where you’re the same and the places where you’re different. When you don’t take the differences personally, they can be great. And when you arrive at similarities through different paths, it can be fascinating.
Why did God make so many kinds of animals? Why did He make the mosquito, the platypus, the cat and the panda? ‘Cause He likes variety. He likes it in people, too. It’s quite brilliant, really. Much better than I would have done it.
I used to wonder how God could love everybody. I mean, some people are just not lovable. But He doesn’t see people the way I do (and thank Him for that!). To Him, the endless variety is part of the fun.
I’ve heard it postulated God created us so He could demonstrate aspects of His character He couldn’t demonstrate any other way. How can He show His compassion without someone in need? How can He show mercy without sinners? It’s as good a reason as any, I suppose. I certainly don’t know why He did it.
TT: I have no desire to engage in a philosophical discussion about why God made man, although if you want to go there, I’m sure Gungho Iguana will be more than happy to flex his new formal logic muscles.
But if God created all of us to demonstrate His own endless creativity, isn’t it possible I’m supposed to see people different from me as an opportunity rather than an annoyance? Maybe you figured all this out years ago, but I’ve been hiding in the basement. It’s new to me.
I’m just grateful my list of “worthless” people keeps getting shorter. At the moment, it’s composed mostly of Congressmen.
God probably loves them, too.
What about you? Are you a Roy Rogers (never met a man you didn’t like) or a turtle? Let me know. I promise, I will try to be interested.