Well, today I am offering a past blog because I am thankful for differences and hope somehow that not-even-seeing-them will get across to anthros everywhere one day…
Differences – 2013-05-01
Well, Toddy the Jack Russell is not like me and there’s this kitty downstairs and she’s not like me. That is, she is a Persian/mix of something or other and really pretty and regal but I like her anyway because she is street-smart and talks a lot and can avoid getting hit by cars really well. It’s not easy to survive as a kitty in the heart of Rome.
And I was thinking, too, about doggies and how they sniff one another and sort of say, “hello, other doggie” and then they seem to be friends from then on…sort of like some humans who, when they are kids, don’t really see the differences between themselves and others and just think, “Hey, there’s someone to play with!”
And then mamas or papas or someone teaches them that differences matter and then it’s like “The King and I” and that song, “You’ve Got To Be Taught” …to be afraid of people with skins that aren’t the same color as yours or who don’t have the same religion or the same politics; in short, who don’t think like you. I’m guilty of this, too, because I really want to be a kitty, not a Jack Russell, but I’m trying to get over that.
But everyone on earth is different from everyone else, just like kitties, and you never know what you’re missing when you don’t check out a new animal (humans included) and try to find out what’s interesting about him/her/kitties/doggies/Palestinians/Israelis/the English/the Irish/the Chinese/the Japanese/the French/the Italians/the Spaniards/the Catalans/gays/straights/blacks/whites and so on and so on, all of those myriad groups of humans who seem to fight all the time and be suspicious of each other.
These humans set so much store on differences that sometimes they’re blind to similarities. That kitty downstairs hears with ears just like mine and sees with eyes just like mine (except better because she’s looking out for her safety, which I don’t much have to do) and I’m sure that her little kitty-heart goes pit-a-pat when her papa and mama are near and when people are kind to her, just as mine does.
I guess I’m an idealistic kitty. But kindness and good will has to start somewhere….
Well said, Loulou. Thank goodness for differences or what a bleh, boring world this would be.
LOVE that word. About says it all. BLEH!
This is Debbie! Just came on to check out your art and blog for the first time in a long time. Love seeing your face! Hope all is well. <3 I miss the 90s.
Hello and thanks for a visit. Yes, it has been awhile…
That is a VERY true thought dear Loulou….differences make the world go round – they keep things from being boring – they make us learn new things about the world and each other – they keep us curious and THAT is important (my Mom says so!). You are right though and if we all would just accept that we’re not from just one “mold” – we could learn so much about the world…AND it would be a more kind and happy place.
Love, Teddy
Mama say that if we were all alike, yes, we would be bored to tears, OR there would be total chaos, haha.
Well, we’re getting our new car next week – so we might visit (if the grele subside)!! OH have the grele – I hope it does!!!
We are here, as everyone knows, haha. Unmoving, isolees.
You are so wise. XO
Well, it take less energy to like someone than it does to hate or suspect hin or her or it or they.
How boring if every thing was the same, Loulou.
That word does seem to pop up in these observations! Merci.
A post well worth repeating LouLou ! Thank you !
De rien. Now if only I could repeat the 10000000000000 others from time to time, haha.
We will always be all in on the kindness thing Loulou! i hope you are feeling okay.
I’m still a little weird but the monitor is working and the doc says all looks pretty normal and in working order for what I have.
Amen, LouLou, AMEN!
Yes, amen, a good thing to remember. Merci!