Little Girl: I'm going to build a clubhouse!
Random person #1: I don't know if you should...what if you can't do it? Or what if you get hurt?
Random person #2: And where are you going to find wood and nails and stuff?
Little Girl: I don't know but...I'm sure I'll figure it out!
Random child: Mommy says you're dum. She says not to be like you.
Random Child's Mom: It's wrong for you to influence my son like this. Now he's going to try it!
Little Girl: But I just want to build a clubhouse. Why can't I? *sniffling
Random person #3: Sure you can!
Little Girl: I can?
Random person #3: Sure! Just don't say we never told you so when you get Tetanus from a splinter and then die from it.
Little Girl: Well, I guess I'll just do like everyone else does and get fucked up. At least I can't fail at that, right?
Advice is one thing, an avalanche of pessimism is something altogether different. In my Search for Meaning back home in New England, I've struggled to understand why living out here has been so tough for the last year, and maybe even for the first 24 years of my life. And I think this might be it. Obviously not everyone in Massachusetts is like those responding to the little girl...it just seems to be the majority. And sometimes the little girls just ignore all these can't-do-it attitudes and do what they want. But it's remarkably difficult to get past at these attitudes at this point in my life.
Things I'm doing to try to get past it:
1. Keep dancing, because most of these people are open-minded and flexible and just brilliant.
2. Write whenever I can, because this is how I develop understanding.
3. Be nice to people whenever I can, and try my best to keep an open mentality, rather than invalidating others' ideas, or shutting them down.
4. Reading The Artist's Way again, which reminds us to focus on those who build us up, and to remember where we come from and where we can go. (At least that's what I get from it.)
5. Hiking and boxing whenever I can, because I go way stir-crazy when I don't keep active.