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I'm unique because I am me: Creative, organized, understanding and Perceptual.
I was talking with someone the other day.  A stranger I met while waiting for the city bus to stop at my station.  I was telling this female stranger how I was unique compared to anyone else.  For instance, I'm a good listener where someone else is a good talker.  However there are many good listeners around us.  So what makes me unique.  That's an answer I have pondered for quite a few years.  I truly love helping people that's where I feel most comfortable.  I can see the good in absolutely everyone except the rich.  I have a difficult time around rich people.  It's like they're so magical and powerful that I feel like I'm an ant just waiting to get stepped on.  Though there have been a few people who were rich that I could relate to.
         The creative side of me is unique.  The way I thought up how to write a children's book with talking clouds, an angel that has to come to earth and rescue the baby clouds that were brought to earth by Stormy who's the villain.  He brought the clouds to earth and hid them.  Stormy had to face the Voice from the Heavens, and he had to learn there are consequences to one's actions and I wrote so much more.  My creative side is all me. 
My uniqueness can be somewhat chaotic, but because of my organizational tools I can put things back into an order and focus on one thing at a time.  I have a very calming nature.  In college, my Associate's Degree in Human Services taught me that I would be good in a crisis situation.  For all the classes I took, I excelled in one class.  I didn't have to study; I just knew.  That class was Crisis Management.  Sometimes I can still freak out at a situation but within minutes I calm down and I start looking for solutions.  My grandson asked me one time how I managed to calm myself down but I had no answer to give him it just came naturally to me.  Maybe it was something God gave to me.
         My sense of  perception is good too.  I may not know what's wrong, but I can definitely perceive something isn't right.  I notice things about people that others' don't see.  That's not always a good thing for me because if I ask the person if I was right about something I noticed I'm usually told no.  That can be a bit confusing for me.  But in time, the truth prevails.  An example would be a man tells me he really cares for me, and he said “No I wasn't looking for anyone to be with you just caught my eye.  But I can perceive that he isn't being honest.  Now do I go with that, NO, I wasn't looking for anyone crap nope I would just tuck it within myself until he showed his true colors.  Another time I saw a mother and daughter walking near where I live and the daughter started beating on the mother.  The people who were with me didn't notice that the mother had grabbed the daughter's arm hard and the little girl said stop my arm hurts, but the mother continued grabbing and pulling the little girl until the little girl got so mad she just had to fight back.  The people I were with couldn't believe that this little girl would do something like that for no apparent reason to her mother.  I thought, WHAT!  We were all right there.  I heard the little girl.  Why didn't the other people sitting with me hear the same thing?  I think it has to do with perception.
         I can understand any situation.  And I mean any situation.  Sometimes that boggles my mind.  It doesn't matter who is speaking I understand.  I think I have always been like that and maybe that's why I had so many friends growing up.  Most people like me, but I'm so understanding.  I have been told, “You are way too nice that's why people take advantage of you,” and why do you understand that person everything about that person is crazy.  I can understand the women who is bipolar and schizophrenic and acts like a loon to the person who doesn't know what is wrong just that there's something not quite right.  To the school professor to the student who gets upset with the professor.  I tend to understand everyone.  I don't know if that makes me unique, but for me it's unique. 
         I like being myself.  But at the same time it's difficult to be myself when everyone around you is doing the same thing and I can not bring myself to do what they're doing because I don't believe in it.  That makes me feel lonely.  I don't feel lonely when I'm by myself because I can do what I want, feel what I want, and escape if I want by watching a good movie or reading a good.
         I'll leave with you just one more thought to why I'm unique.  In the King James Version it says:   
“I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned. For as in one body we have many members, and the members do not all have the same function, so we, though many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another”.    Romans 12:1-21
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