Well… when the fudge did it become acceptable to be so MEAN in life?
It’s a strange word to hear an adult use that isn’t it? It’s one of those things that you assume is limited to childhood – mean spirited and intentional unkindness… but it’s not. Adults are, for lack of a better word, mean. They are mean to each other, mean to themselves too. Adults are mean.
Which really when you think about it, monkey see, monkey do: is it any wonder our children are mean?
I try really hard to instil in the children that above all else they need to be kind – god knows I’ve failed at this so many times. A bitchy comment worthy of Regina George has slipped out, a like on a mean facebook comment, a subtle agreement on something that is just plain mean and not saying anything about how mean or unkind it is. It’s something that I think if we’re honest, we’ve all done. Inadvertently, but it’s still not ok. What I really don’t want is for my children to grow up and think that it’s ok to hurt other people’s feeling or disregard them.
I know people joke now that the world is too sensitive, too PC and it is – it is to a degree but it doesn’t mean that we should disregard kindness totally or accept when something isn’t right. That being said, do we not accept it at our own peril? I mean, in this modern world, are we doing our children a disadvantage to tell them to never allow injustice, never allow anyone to be picked on? If you are an adult and you see Steve in the office picking on Janet, do you step in and say something if Steve is your boss? What if he makes your job so unbearable that you end up having to leave, Steve wasn’t being a dickhead to you… but then, if Steve is allowed to continue, will he turn on you eventually as all bullies do?
It’s hard isn’t it? Are we setting our kids up to fail because, even the nicest of adults, are mean sometimes – so is it better to teach them to mind their own business and only stand up when they need to for themselves? I hate the thought of that but… is that what we should do? I used to be friend’s with someone who would, as he saw it, stand up for injustice – but he ended up coming across as the bully, the know it all, because it was every little thing, muscling in on other’s perceived injustice. I don’t want children to grow up to be that person, I don’t want them to become the thing that they are trying to stop… but it’s all about perception isn’t it?
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this – I guess I just wanted to get it out. Like a bit of a mind dump on a Friday afternoon (that’s when I wrote it – see how organised I am!?) because god knows I don’t have other things to be doing! I just… yeah. Is it better to stand up for yourself, always try to be kind but ignore the injustice around you? Or is it better to always fight against injustice, to stand up for everyone and be kind to all?