well behaved (people) never make history
i recently received a letter asking me about the subject of fitting in.
i declare that the investment of being socially accepted has little or no return; in other words the value of fitting in makes no logical sense in the course of time.
yet we persist to no avail.
i remember the two events that led to my eventual departure from the ‘popular crowd’ to the separation of their church and my state.
i was in 8th grade, dennison middle school, mrs. h’s class. her history classes were rather boring, and being that i was of the hyperactive mentality i was not doing so well.
because i came from (at that time) a lower socioeconomic status, where money was reserved for more important staples like milk, bread, and cheerios. needless to say my fashion sense suffered, and i felt inadequate next to the children of the upper class. one night my family set out to lakeland (an adjacent town) to visit ross, a discount clothing store for discontinued or disfigured garments. for us this was a big deal since it was one step up from goodwill or the salvation army. being that i desired so desperately to attend the surrounding style i knew i had to buy a ‘tommy hilfiger’ (an ‘all american’ apparel company) anything or everything.
my family gave me the usual spending limit and i had abandon all other staples, (such as socks, undergarment, and cheerios) for one and only one shirt. it was red and white striped, long sleeved tommy hilfiger shirt. i didn't want the shirt because it looked ‘cool’, in retrospect it may have been the worst piece ever in my wardrobe even at that time. i desired the shirt beyond anything because it had the hilfiger symbol on the left pocket that symbolized to all others “i am of worth,’ or so i desperately wanted. it didn’t.
you see all the lines in the shirt were vertical red and white but on the right sleeve the lines irregularly tilted towards the vertical. i thought no one would notice, i hoped that they would just concentrate on the branding i bought myself into. so here i spent all of my money in one place, on one shirt, and yet they did not focus on my new found importance, but that one sleeve did not match the rest of the shirt.
to this day, if anyone knows me personally they could tell you that i don’t wear any clothing where there is a symbol or branding of any company anywhere on my clothes if i can help it at all. i never want someone to feel less important or desirable even if your outfit may look the same as mine, but i announce to the world that i paid more by hosting a logo.
the second major event in the series of lifelong heckling happened around the same time. i wore payless boat shoes, not because they have ever been a fashion icon but because at pay-less shoe stores they cost about US13$. they were blue and the white sides would begin to crumble and virtually peel off as soon as you carried them outside the store.
a popular girl named amanda, whom i never will forget, made sure that when i walked into class the following day that she point it out to the entire classroom. “hey stephen, nice nike’s.” it was in that moment of collective classroom laughter that i realized that it was all pointless, i had tried the business of fitting in for years and no matter how hard i tried to buy into the system, the system never invested into me. from then on i converted the majority of my clothing to black, read and wrote, kept my head down, and was known as ‘the quiet kid’ in my high school career.
but looking back i would not have had it any other way. you see, the more i study history the more i realize that those who live their lives in the pursuit of making others accept them never make history at all. they have concentrated on promoting themselfs socially and not on what truly matters (such as knowledge, wisdom, and understanding).
look through history, it is the ‘troublemakers’ that stand out and change the world; some for good, some for worse. as a bumper sticker i once read exclaimed “well behaved women never make history.”
ghandi stood up. innocently enough through peaceful means he took down the british empire in india. the caste system he was born into made it readily available to live a very comfortable lifestyle, one that the british rule would not affect much. he could have ‘fit in’ or been comfortable in the situation he was in.
but... he didn’t stay in the mold, or follow the sheep. he became an individual.
one person -making history.
the list of men and women like this goes on; from joan of arc to martin luther each standing up as an individual. each not letting those that surround them (or the popular opinion) sway who they were or who they became.
time has taught me many lessons. but instead of going along with what others demanded of me socially i was freed to (as my mother would say) march to the beat of a different drummer. one of my greatest accomplishments is the fact that i turned my back on what others wanted me to become and in exchange changed into what i knew i could become. i am my own budha, i am my own judas iscariot, i am my own worst nightmare and best dream. i am a colossal failure, i am my greatest success, but at the end of the day i am me.
i am me.
be who you are.
i declare that the investment of being socially accepted has little or no return; in other words the value of fitting in makes no logical sense in the course of time.
yet we persist to no avail.
i remember the two events that led to my eventual departure from the ‘popular crowd’ to the separation of their church and my state.
i was in 8th grade, dennison middle school, mrs. h’s class. her history classes were rather boring, and being that i was of the hyperactive mentality i was not doing so well.
because i came from (at that time) a lower socioeconomic status, where money was reserved for more important staples like milk, bread, and cheerios. needless to say my fashion sense suffered, and i felt inadequate next to the children of the upper class. one night my family set out to lakeland (an adjacent town) to visit ross, a discount clothing store for discontinued or disfigured garments. for us this was a big deal since it was one step up from goodwill or the salvation army. being that i desired so desperately to attend the surrounding style i knew i had to buy a ‘tommy hilfiger’ (an ‘all american’ apparel company) anything or everything.
my family gave me the usual spending limit and i had abandon all other staples, (such as socks, undergarment, and cheerios) for one and only one shirt. it was red and white striped, long sleeved tommy hilfiger shirt. i didn't want the shirt because it looked ‘cool’, in retrospect it may have been the worst piece ever in my wardrobe even at that time. i desired the shirt beyond anything because it had the hilfiger symbol on the left pocket that symbolized to all others “i am of worth,’ or so i desperately wanted. it didn’t.
you see all the lines in the shirt were vertical red and white but on the right sleeve the lines irregularly tilted towards the vertical. i thought no one would notice, i hoped that they would just concentrate on the branding i bought myself into. so here i spent all of my money in one place, on one shirt, and yet they did not focus on my new found importance, but that one sleeve did not match the rest of the shirt.
to this day, if anyone knows me personally they could tell you that i don’t wear any clothing where there is a symbol or branding of any company anywhere on my clothes if i can help it at all. i never want someone to feel less important or desirable even if your outfit may look the same as mine, but i announce to the world that i paid more by hosting a logo.
the second major event in the series of lifelong heckling happened around the same time. i wore payless boat shoes, not because they have ever been a fashion icon but because at pay-less shoe stores they cost about US13$. they were blue and the white sides would begin to crumble and virtually peel off as soon as you carried them outside the store.
a popular girl named amanda, whom i never will forget, made sure that when i walked into class the following day that she point it out to the entire classroom. “hey stephen, nice nike’s.” it was in that moment of collective classroom laughter that i realized that it was all pointless, i had tried the business of fitting in for years and no matter how hard i tried to buy into the system, the system never invested into me. from then on i converted the majority of my clothing to black, read and wrote, kept my head down, and was known as ‘the quiet kid’ in my high school career.
but looking back i would not have had it any other way. you see, the more i study history the more i realize that those who live their lives in the pursuit of making others accept them never make history at all. they have concentrated on promoting themselfs socially and not on what truly matters (such as knowledge, wisdom, and understanding).
look through history, it is the ‘troublemakers’ that stand out and change the world; some for good, some for worse. as a bumper sticker i once read exclaimed “well behaved women never make history.”
ghandi stood up. innocently enough through peaceful means he took down the british empire in india. the caste system he was born into made it readily available to live a very comfortable lifestyle, one that the british rule would not affect much. he could have ‘fit in’ or been comfortable in the situation he was in.
but... he didn’t stay in the mold, or follow the sheep. he became an individual.
one person -making history.
the list of men and women like this goes on; from joan of arc to martin luther each standing up as an individual. each not letting those that surround them (or the popular opinion) sway who they were or who they became.
time has taught me many lessons. but instead of going along with what others demanded of me socially i was freed to (as my mother would say) march to the beat of a different drummer. one of my greatest accomplishments is the fact that i turned my back on what others wanted me to become and in exchange changed into what i knew i could become. i am my own budha, i am my own judas iscariot, i am my own worst nightmare and best dream. i am a colossal failure, i am my greatest success, but at the end of the day i am me.
i am me.
be who you are.
Comments
So while I wholeheartedly agree that non-conformity is something to strive for, it can be easy to wash over the difficulties associated with it. Perhaps we all need to recognise others around us who are embracing these ideals and make conscious efforts to encourage them, as well as ensuring that we ourselves refrain from the very attitudes we are rejecting - that of judging or treating people based on anything other than their inherent worth as a person.
Funny thing is, the second I decided that I LOVED being a huge geek, and accepted that who I was was God-given and wonderful, I found a group of people who accepted me for who I am. Granted, we aren't the "popular" kids, but we share values and love for one another. You don't have to give up acceptance to be well-behaved.
Thank you for this entry, Stephen.
Im still trying to digest it
Kaila
My mother helped me with this as she raised me to respect everyone equally from the president of the united states to my favorite actor/singer to the person next store, to the person on the street, to all the different kinds of people at school and to not think of them as more or less, but to recognize their uniqueness and unique realm of influence.
One time in junior high, when going to a concert, (she had to drive me b/c I was not yet 16) she said to me and my friends as we were quite awe struck..."Remember they are just people like you. They sit on the toilet and poop everyday just like everyone else. They are no less special or more special than you." And from somewhere around that time, I have understood that we all are...amazingly...people!
I am still inspired, have appreciation and great respect for everyone who is being their self and fulfilling their given role in the world and also appreciation for those who don't know who they are yet (as I am still finding this out myself). But I will no longer judge myself by the mold of another or look at someone as better or worse for some superficial reason.
We are not one in a million. We are one in 8 billion and our individual blueprints are different from everyone else in the world and in history. There is a reason for that. We are created to enjoy and be enjoyed by God and others. We should be excited about that....
This is not to say that I haven't struggled either...just that over time I have been learning that I am made the way I am on purpose and born into this family for a reason...I have been placed on earth at this time in this location for such a time as this-- and only I can touch lives in the unique way that I do and only I can touch God in the unique way that I do.
Dang, I feel pretty good about that. Well... let me encourage all of you that you are pretty dang awesome, too!
Sarah W.
good move on their part. i was ridiculous.
but the truth is, i'm here at liberty university where you and anberlin played not too long ago (which was amazing, by the way) and even though we are all supposedly mature adults finding the path towards our future, so many people are stuck in this same groove of pouring all they can into impressing people. and the truth is, i've only been here a few months and have not made a whole lot of friends. but the friends i do have, most of them are back home in florida (where i saw anberlin the 9 other times i've seen you guys in concert....i miss the social) they are worth having. and i will not fake who i am, i will not buy clothes so other people will like them, i will not bust my butt to be liked by people who are shallow enough to judge someone based on such trivial things.
well, you already painted the big picture better than i ever could, but i completely second everything that you said. great job.
In some cases, when you honestly intend to be yourself, you end up accidentally exchanging one mask for another. Usually that's the same me that has a hard time remembering who the real me is.
It's so much easier (and more painful in the end) to find identity in other things: friends, accomplishment, being part of the 'in crowd,' accolades, prowess in a certain area (or being good at everything)...the list goes on and on.
To the brave souls who keep their identity more easily, I take off my hat to you.
As for myself, God and I are still trying to rediscover who MH really is. Don't worry though; I have full confidence that God will work it out and with His help I may just find that person again.
funny thing is, as you said it, i wouldnt have it any other way. ive always enjoyed being different...people that are all alike suck. lol.
keep up the good work.
-rockstar-
Being a misfit at school and praising the heroic actions of "indviduals" standing up against the evils of the world is not a good reason to cling to being an individual and ignore social acceptance. More thought is needed.
Social acceptance and individuality are not opposite forces. sometimes they can come into conflict, but mostly they are compatible.
As you found out, wearing the right clothes does not buy you social acceptance. One will often find that when you find your own individuality and you find your own self security that you gain social acceptance, people will start to respect who you are. But if your trying to find social acceptance in a group of people who dont have their own self security (as is often the case at school) you can become an outsider.
The great individuals who have changed the world have stood up as individuals and gained social acceptance of their beliefs and values. They often have really good skills at talking with other people and sharing their passion.
It is all too dangerous to claim indviduality as a way of avoiding our uncomfortablness with social interaction. We should embrace our unique individual self and then embrace those around us and learn to share of ourselves and learn and listen to others.
Plaudits for always keepin it real Stephen.
You are amazing Stephen
Just so you know dude, if you lived in Australia, no one would've paid you out for wearing "Payless Shoes" because Payless shoes are cool here. :)
One of the best heels i've ever purchased are from there. And i love saying when people ask how much they were, "only $30"
I don't think our Society in australia are all about "how much money you spent" but more so "how much you saved". Perhaps another reason why you should move here hahaha :P
I still have to admit that I struggle to not worry about fitting in. But, I'm trying. Society is just always pushing it at us. Saying that the right shoes or hair will buy happiness.
It won't.
Anyway, thank you for making me think. You are a beautiful writer, and a beautiful person, and I thank you for sharing your heart and thoughts here.
<3
Melissa
Keep up the posts, and thank you.
I had to wear mostly t-shirts and polyester pants, and things my mom made, which up until 5th grade was bearable.
But, the 5th grade came and things changed. I was always still fairly popular due to the fact that I was pretty, but my clothes were not, and it started bothering me. But, over time I decided that I wasnt going to let others tell me what was in or not. I started to go through my moms clothes and the hand me downs that we got and make my own fashions. I remember one year after my mom and dad divorced things were really bad, and I was invited to one of my friends' halloween parties and of course they all had money and great costumes. So, I had to make my own and it was the most original at the party.
Everyone wondered where I got my clothes, and when I told them that I made them myself they wanted me to help them with their clothes.
It was very interesting and made me a non-conformist. I became a very strong person due to being poor and never gave in to peer pressure because of it.
I have passed that down to my children and see that strong side in them, and it makes me happy. And my oldest daughter is going to be a fashion major.
We are all different and trying to please others instead of just being ourselves never ever makes things better. Being different should be celebrated and shows us that God does exist and loves variety.
:)