Givers vs. Takers 2016

In certain situations, we as a species aren’t divided by gender, eye color, ethnicity, social class, religion, education or intellect .  We’re divided into two phyla: those who give and those who take.

I can remember being a taker. It was decades ago before I wizened to the ways of recompense and retribution and how the two aren’t happy until they’ve taken their pound of flesh, gray matter or endorphins. Often times, all at the same time.

I have evolved into a giver who’s rapidly entering murky waters. I can feel the altruism draining from my soul and pooling around my well manicured feet, callous free courtesy of a one 22 year old Na Nguyen who now in Texas “go by name Amber. You got boyfriend????”

I don’t like feeling this way. I am at any given moment, perilously poised on the precipice of the loss of my humanity mainly, but of my patience.. my time, and so much of what’s supposed to make me feel better, makes me feel compromised.

So, I ask a very direct question: who has the bigger problem here? Those who give until the font runs dry or those why helped the dehydration process?

As you ponder that query, I’ll add this to the pile of compost and kindling thatbis thieves composition.  What we are missing in this world are generous givers who don’t care who take and takers heartened by the gesture who have to sometimes say , ‘no thank you’ with as much grace.     There’s a right way to give. There’s a selflessness to it. There’s also a right way to take, by feeling gratitude and expressing it, not necessarily to the giver, but to the situation that made it all possible.

To ‘bless’  the person who had the intention to give and to good tidings to the taker who is  ‘blessed’ to have been on the receiving end at a most critical time.   And yes, timing is everything.

You know, that groovy Ghandi-like/Mother Theresa vibe?   Well, as much as I would love to be content to meditate for days at a time in a 4’x 8’ashram, swatting curry flies, I still like my ‘stuff’. Maybe I give for the wrong reasons and that’s why I could be grappling with all this.  Perhaps I give to the wrong people.   Maybe, I’m not savvy enough to discern real need vs. real greed.

And then again, didn’t I in some way, teach these people how to treat me? Didn’t my ‘never fail’ and dependability rep hammer this home?    Are these questions the last vestiges of my Liberal guilt oozing out?  Or is this a need to be liked? A willingness to pay to be popular? Maybe 25 years ago when Clearasil was part of my daily ritual but not so much now.

I would give because I could and when I saw people with genuine need.   Sometimes, I got ripped off, but it still felt good to give.   It didn’t feel good when my giving and their taking became a conditioned response, as Pavlovian as anything in the books geared for shrinks.  There are those who expect the perks, the extras, the lagniappe, the sussies, if you will.

Which segues to this topic–all  this anti-Trump victory rhetoric is silly.  So yes, what the world news now, Miss Warwick is love sweet love of course, but it also needs a soupçon of behavior modification. The world also needs people who desperately need to learn how to give.  And care.  And stop whining and quit pitting progressive secularists against traditional religiosity..   If someone disagrees fine, express it, but when constitutionally protected protest becomes damaging by rabble out to wreak havoc, I have a real damn problem.   If you’re angry, go protest at the county clerk’s office, buts let’s be honest,  where’s statement in that?    But then again, you can’t break in and haul off newly pilfered  54″ hi/def TVs at a municipal building, can you?

If you have a problem, vote someone in or out of office.  If you’re still not happy move, but don’t destroy.   People who scream and shout for tolerance are often the most intolerant of all people.     People love diversity unless the diverse they revere have diverse thoughts.

Let’s ALL understand just how diverse the basket of deplorables really is!

“I hate Trump. He’s not my president, so that gives me every right to take a trash can and throw it through a window and take whatever I want!”  says the White Kids, the Black  kids, Asian kids, the sensitive Indigo children, And the non voting age kids who were suddenly, conveniently made to feel disenfranchized.   These are the so called SJWs….’social justice warriors ‘.  If  my cypherin’ is correct, the parents of these millennial humps are by and large about ten to 13 years younger than me and I can’t for the life of me understand what kind of control playing with Rainbow Brite and Cabbage Patch Kids had  on these people once they decided to breed.

They grew up to be the parents of these coddled children, they hover over then, padding them physically and verbally, keeping so much life out of their lives.   They even convince the little darlings that they are better than everyone else.   They’re told to have a social conscious that they don’t even understand. These kids grew up with time-outs, and attempts at reasoning (as if THAT’S possible with a two year old). These kids have play dates, no toys in their toys  and  paters  who were fanatically opposed to having their kids vaccinated.   They insisted that their precious kiddoes, more accessories than progeny, were good and kind even when they were  horribly behaved and downright mean.   They were coddled in such ridiculous ways such as being awarded simply for having adrenal glands. There’s no passing, no failing and ultimately no growing up or taking any responsibility.

They’ve learned the lexicon too.  Fat millennial get triggered by seeing thin people, or corn pads or by Tampons, since they’re an absorbent reminder of male patriarchy.   They argue they’re all about Inclusivity, providing the diverse don’t have diverse opinions.  Political inclusivity is impossible, social responsibility only exists on the tiniest of levels and being bullied is reprehensible, but not defending oneself is as well.   Walking away is always taking the high road,  but some situations warrant blowback.  If you learn  to take the occasional metaphorical punch,  learn to give one, too.

That’s why watching these protests make me shake my head like my father did, as  my grandfather did, and like my predecessors, I’ve forgotten what’s it’s like to be young and idealistic.    But even when I was a young idealist, I protested in my own way but I never broke the law.   Because civil disobedience that involved damaging another human or property resulted in an ass whooping at the very least.   I’ve always understood partisan feelings, from knowing a parent liked a sibling better than the other, there were teachers’ pets, better athletes, prettier girls, thinner women and then I got older, I became aware of partisan politics.    Som can we ever be completely inclusive?       No.

But getting back to givers and takers, I aspire to be a better giver; one that can dispense without building of any internal resentment. The world also needs people who know how to take. They need to say please and thank you, and to be gracious without fawning or deifying the giver, WHILE paying their debt by paying it forward.  They must help others when they can.   Fiscally or physically.

I have spent a lifetime giving more to relationships than any relationship ever gave to me, but I broke that habit in recent years.   I’m in the process of learning a way to apply the same restraint in my everyday life, to trust that what I give, from my money to my time will be used as it was adverrtised.   In some ways, I admit this with righteous indignation. I also say it’s an admission fraught with a little regret.

I’ve re-read this and I question when I became so damn jaded.

Thank God I look good in green.

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