I have been accused of being an intellectual snob, and I have to proudly admit that is so. I don’t wear Harvard crimson, or have a degree from Stanford or MIT. Nothing fancy like that. I don’t care how much schooling you’ve had, or which schools they have been. I’ve met people with multiple degrees from some of the best schools who can’t do anything more than repeat back what they’ve been taught.
What I care about is how much you engage in meaningful dialogue. How much do you stop and truly think, feel, and then use that new knowledge to improve your world? That is my criteria for the people I value in my life.
Don’t tell me about the diplomas hanging on your wall. I don’t care. Tell me what you value in your life. That I will listen to.
Don’t flash your wealth at me. I won’t be impressed. Tell me what matters to you more than money.
Don’t tell me about the famous people you know. Tell me about the ones you love with all your heart.
Don’t tell me your fancy corporate title. Tell me about the hours you volunteer to help others and your community. Tell me the stories of the lives that have touched yours.
Don’t tell me about your fancy homes. I would love you equally if you had no home, as long as you were genuine.
I’m an introvert. I watch and listen, and I choose the people I allow into my life very carefully. I’m empathic. I will feel your pain and your joy and share mine with you. I’m compassionate and care about the core of you, the inner you more than the outer you.
If you can understand that, then you are welcome in my society.
Written in response to today’s WordPress Daily Prompt: West End Girls.