Last night in Mack's class we discussed "tags" or labels that people have given us and how those tags affect the way we view ourselves and how we act. A good example was how the media tagged President Ford after he stumbled up some steps in the late 70s. They wrote about how he was clumsy and a bumbler and, of course, President Ford kept stumbling and tripping on things. In fact, President Ford was an all-american football star who played for Michigan. He was anything but clumsy and a bumbler. He just heard what the media had labeled him and, unconsciously, accepted it and acted that way. We've all been tagged in one way or another. You were the "smart one" or the "unathletic one" or someone told you that you "never finish anything." These are things that you might have heard since you were little and you just believe them and then act that way. You can change those tags! The next time someone labels you in a way that you don't like, tell them that you aren't that way. Basically reject that label. On the other hand, if someone labels you in a good way...accept it (don't say "no..no...that's not me"). If someone says you're the fastest runner...accept it. Let other people live with that notion and see how you live up to it. Am I sounding preachy? Probably.
Well, the tag I've always believed about myself was that I'm not the kind of girl that a guy is romantically interested it, I'm the kind that is a guy's friend. I don't remember where or when that was first said to me but I've believed it for a very very long time. Is that the reason why I'm still single? Probably not the whole reason. I DO have a lot of guy friends who I wouldn't give up for the world but I really need to get rid of that tag. I've always believed that I'm not the sexy kind of girl. I should probably change that attitude and maybe I can convince someone that I am that person -- who, I've heard, that many guys are romantically attracted to (I read it on the Internet somewhere). So...in a burst of misguided openness...I told the class my "tag." Well, Mack said that it was very brave of me to tell them that (which I instantly knew meant that I might have sa id too much) and that the first step was to get it out in the open -- which is probably true (which is why I'm writing this darn thing). Next, Mack started calling me Sexy or "ST" (which stood for Sexy Tanja). Weird. I guess I have a nickname now....destructo may be out.
I really should be working but I can't focus today...maybe I'm TOO sexy now....naw.
peace out,
The Sex Machine
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