SISTER WISDOM

atypical? untypical? nontypical? antitypical?

I’m thinking about my kids (I do that a lot when they’re napping…). I’m not thinking that they are atypical but that, most likely, they will become so. They really have no choice. I’ve kind of accepted that our kids aren’t going to get anything like a normal suburban American childhood. I don’t think that’s something either Joe or I can give them without altering ourselves beyond recognition.
And if genetics work the way I think they do, our kids would be bored by most of what is normal, typical.

At least I hope so, because that way I won’t feel so bad about guaranteeing that they get the “weird” label applied straight out of the box.

I can’t give you normal… but here’s a cookie.

We can’t give them normal, but I want to give them good, rich, full, secure, interesting. Maybe it’s an atypical life, but it’s better, at least for us.
How many “normal” ways and means and things I simply detest or do not understand. I do understand where William Morris was coming from when he said, “Apart from my desire to produce beautiful things, the leading passion of my life has been and is hatred of modern civilization.”

I can’t say I feel strongly enough to say I hate modern civilization… but I really, really, really don’t like it. Ummmm. Or at least most of it. Or parts of it. Or just the underlying attitude that’s present these days.

We are, whether we want to be or not, a sort of foreign family within the boundaries of our own native country. (How many other families feel that way? Maybe a lot. I’m thinking of this post in particular.)

Much of this is due to our upbringing. Joe and I were both home educated, so there’s something that’s immediately going to make you different in one way or another. Much of it is due to our own adult Christianity. If you really believe in the Bible, you’re just going to not fit in with the rest of the culture. Good luck trying.

i’m haunted, but it’s not so bad once you get used to it.

And the rest, well, I guess the rest is just written in us, on us. And I like who we are. But I still struggle with loyalty and guilt and a trained sense (or is it innate?) of needing to fit in. The pressure to conform haunts us, I admit it. Or at least me…

For Joe, maybe because of his gender but more because of his personality, I think, it’s not needing to fit in so much as the need to be affirmed and praised. But people don’t tend to affirm and praise those beyond (or to the side of) the status quo, those living at the fringe… at least not till after their death. Consider what Nietzsche said: “So long as men praise you, you can only be sure that you are not yet on your own true path but someone else’s.” (Um, excuse me, did you really stop and consider that, or did you just skim it and keep reading, hoping there would be a funny part somewhere? Be honest.)

There is always a pressure, implied or obvious, to conform.

Joe is okay with being different (actually, he kind of thrives on it) but he still wants affirmation. It’s hard to get, when you’re not typical. He pays the price of foregoing the praise when he chooses to do things that people may not understand. [Hi, honey, I'm talking about you again. Make it up to you later...]

I am just basically not comfortable being different. I tend to check the rightness of my choices by comparing to what others choose. I know that’s one reason that reading is so important to me: it gives me a way to check in, to compare with people who have also made choices that are different, choices that help justify my own.

Books give me a way to step outside the cultural bounds and evaluate choices from a totally different view. Sometimes I find myself sighing with relief. Sometimes I find myself cringing at how I’ve chosen to fit in, how I’ve compromised myself in order to feel a little more at ease among my peers. When I compare those peers, and thus myself, to the great heroes and struggles and choices and stories, I see how cheaply I sold out. Shame on me.

to thine own self

In order to be true to myself, at times I have to look beyond my immediate surroundings and relationships for acceptance and affirmation. Sometimes God is the only one who can hear me, understand me, and answer that call from my heart. Many, many times Joe has been there to accept and encourage and affirm.

The funny thing is, nobody is standing there demanding that I explain myself. But beyond the sacred circle of our marriage, I feel this need to explain, to defend, to justify, to convince.

I’m not sure why. I’m trying to get over it…

{irritating questions intended to spur discussion}
1. Do you feel like you fit in? Do you feel like your family fits in?
2. Do you have a group, a community, a place where you belong, and feel known and accepted for who you are?
3. What does it mean for you to be true to yourself? What makes you different? What is a compromise that you make sometimes to feel like you fit in? Do you regret it?
4. Do you like me? Do you really, really like me??????

Answer here or answer at your own blog and pop the link into the comments.