My Imagination and Kindness

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Today I was stocking lids at work when all of a sudden this image of these two women came into my mind. They were dressed like they where in the South in the late 1960s and one of them seemed to be in with the ladies that were wealthy and the other was one of those that so desperately wants to be in their inner circle. The one that wants in was all excited that she was finally going to have her chance and the other looked so sad and was like “Oh honey, didn’t they tell you….” The other girl looked devastated and started thinking, “Oh well there is always next time.” This whole scenario just broke my heart, we have all been in that place where we so desperately want to be a part of something but we were not smart, cool, or pretty enough. Yes, I do know that I imagined this entire this, and I think that it should be pointed out that I do indeed have an amazing imagination. I also know that this pretty much means that I broke my own heart but, I think that it is fair to say that it is still the same message as it would have been if I had just witnessed all of this happen. I just so desperately want this to not be a reality, I don’t want this to happen anymore. I have known the feeling of being excluded when i was younger being the shy and quiet girl. I still will sometimes lose out on opportunities because I get so socially anxious. I always try to make sure that when I am in a big group of people, be it a volunteer trip or a night out in Denver, that no one feels left out. I do think that is the only thing that can be done, if you practice kindness it spreads. Cliche, I know. It is true though, happiness can be passed from person to person.

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