I know it’s not easy. We may all do it sometimes without thinking.
You know, somebody shows or tells you about their super fantastic this or that, and you come back with how it ain’t that at all for you.
Are they crazy?
Surely you’re not someone who purposely yuks somebody else’s yum. Only a comedian would do that, right?
We all have opinions, likes and dislikes. And it just so happens that even our own family members have opinions, likes and dislikes that are the exact opposite of our own.
Let’s face it. If we all enjoyed the same foods, TV programs, movies, fashion, cars, people, vacation spots, internet sites, and dare I say, political figures, the world would be a very one-dimensional place.
What makes what you or I like, love, and believe in, more valuable than anybody else’s?
For that matter, why would you feel personally offended, wounded even, if my lifestyle choices are different than yours?
Now, you might say that you never interject your opinion when someone’s yum in some way differs from yours.
I say, we may think that we don’t yuk somebody’s yum, but that’s only if we don’t consider our facial expressions.
Our body language often gives us away. If you don’t believe me, look in the mirror while you’re thinking “yuk,” then do the same thinking “yum.”
Why discriminate. It could a food you saw your best friend eating, a song they’re wailing on, or a place they invited you to go.
It could be a delicious treat you enjoy, or a fabulous pair of shoes you’re thinking about splurging on.
Now think of how it would feel to have any such examples quashed instead of applauded. Or better yet, not messed with at all.
We don’t never ever have to like what somebody else does, thinks, or enjoys. How about just tolerating their experience long enough to allow them to enjoy it?
Perhaps, even telling them how overjoyed you are that they do?
Or, you could yuk their yum, and see where that lands you. The disgust of it all could even take over for the rest of your day because you “yuk” it so much.
Me. For the most part, I’m cool with whatever makes another body happy. Actually, I love being in this type of energy. I may not be down with it at all, but I’ll live.
Did it take getting over myself and my own insecurities? Did it take simply listening without comment or facial scrunching? Minding my own bee’s wax?
On the flip side, when people make it their business to yuk my yum, I think to myself that it doesn’t hurt me, or you, for me to be me, and you to be you.
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