Adam was ‘The Man’. He had it all; the body, the brains, the smarts to manage his perfect little world…So why bother with little ole’ Eve?
Cause man was not complete without woman…‘his’ world didn’t function…he needed something – different.
Complete as in how a glove needs a hand, a lyric needs a melody, or a burger needs fries…(and a chocolate shake!)
Or…at times like a bird needs a worm, a dog needs a cat, or a shark needs his next meal.
But nonetheless, he needed someone different than him to engage with, to make him feel. Someone different to make him a better him! A woman, soft where he was hard, emotional where he was flatlined, multifaceted where he was focused. He needed someone to help him see himself in a different light, challenge his beliefs, and stretch his limits. (Hey! He could’ve said no to the proverbial apple…he CHOSE to have a chomp!)
But how many times have we overlooked that person if he or she was different? The man who wore that weird hat and had the dirty beard, the lady with the blue eye shadow and the purse made out of rabbit feet, that kid in the wheelchair who kept staring at you in the grocery line? What opportunities have you passed up because of your self-imposed restrictions on who should be let into your circle of acquaintances?
Life is full of missed opportunities. Missed chances at learning , observing, participating…growing. Because of all those people we don’t take the chance to engage with.
We have been inundated here in the NorthEast by cicadas. Billions of these weird prehistoric-looking bugs have crawled from the earth after a seventeen year larvae stage to climb into our trees, screech at deafening levels because of the sheer number of them, and mate. Just for the sake of creating nymphs that will fall out of the trees and go back into the ground to grow for another seventeen years.
What the f$#% is their purpose on this earth other than to shed their creepy nymphy exo-skeletons, fly all over freaking everyone out, and screech to the point you can’t have a conversation outside without yelling?
My seventeen year old niece, Meggy, asked me this very question right after she screamed her head off when one landed in her hair. “Why are they even here? They don’t do anything for anybody…”
Now, Meggy has a severely autistic older brother, Ryan. She has lived with him her whole life. Ryan is nineteen and still watches Sesame Street, plays with his trains and needs his mom, my amazing sister, to help him with all of his activities of daily care. Ryan will never work, or drive a car, or win an award, or write a book, or raise children. He’ll never play a sport, or sing, or act or be a reality show contestant. He will never contribute to society in the way our society views ‘contribution’. (Snort!)
So I asked Meggy…”Well, what about Ryan? Do you feel that way about him?”
Meggy thought about this for a while then started laughing. She responded, “No, he definitely makes me a real patient person…and a better person, I think.”
Now…that’s what I call a contribution!
How did we get to a place where kids bully the heavy kid, comedians joke about ’retarded’ kids, women are awarded money and crowns for looking perfect(by society’s standards), community members shun the mentally challenged guy on the street trying to collect empties from the garbage can and physically handicapped kids are treated like anomalies to other ‘normal’ children?
Are we that afraid of what we don’t know? Isn’t it high-time to ‘pull an Adam’ and see just what the ‘other half’ might have to offer. We as women have so much influence in this world. We have a way of communicating and interacting and modeling behaviors to those around us…our children, our families, our friends…our influence and behaviors reach far and wide. Why not start today by showing others how we can open up to those individuals that in the past we may have overlooked, or just politely smiled at and walked away?
Some of the most interesting things I’ve learned about life and about myself I’ve learned by making a connection with people who intrigue me because they have a different look, a different lifestyle, maybe just a different outlook on life. Most people are very happy to talk about themselves.
How boring it would be if we only associated with people who were exactly like us. My friends tell me I could talk to a rock. I use caution, of course, but most often you will find me out in public chatting it up with a perfect stranger. I suppose it’s that vicarious experience that is fun for me. Imagining myself in their shoes, or learning something new about a different lifestyle or most often something about myself.
There are wonderful growth experiences out there! Just look at what Adam gained! Instead of sitting around alone thinking he was all-that-and-a-bag-of-chips in his fancy fig leaf sucking up coconut milk…he gave Eve a chance, (missing penis, boobs, and all!) and she taught him how to love and start a world.
Cicadas do have a purpose, by the way. They have a song, they live for love by waiting fifteen years to find that special…bug. And they are also damn good eating, or so I’m told.
What interesting new people have you met lately?
Have you ever felt the universe wanted you to meet a certain person for a specific reason?
What’s the best thing you’ve learned about yourself from a chance meeting?
Live in the moment, stay engaged and grow!