This title is from a fortune cookie I opened last night at Charlie Chow’s Dragon Grill. It’s a pretty great establishment. They have three different types of noodles and they’ll even crack an egg in your stir fry upon request.
I was thinking about how some people are born into the world with naturally questioning minds. The stereotypical rebellious teenage kid acts out, rejects the status quo, refuses to care what other people think. His parents use force and dish out tough love to keep him in line.
I was the opposite. I was a weird, sensitive kid. For the most part, I was wholeheartedly compelled to please authority. My parents, my teachers and leaders, my friends’ parents. I didn’t need much discipline. For me, there was no worse punishment than simply disappointing someone I looked up to. I’d break down when facing a teacher with forgotten homework assignments, spend weeks in a silent guilty depression when a church leader reprimanded me for being chatty, beat myself up over A-minus grades. I rarely pushed boundaries on any of the rules and expectations put on me from the day I was born.
And it was great for me. I was a “good kid”. The system I was born into worked like a well-oiled machine. Good grades, good college, good job, good habits, good functioning member of society. I am thankful for all of this and thankful for my upbringing in every way.
But all those things that made me a “good kid” are still residually part of my adult self, and it turns out they’re some of my worst qualities now. I’m a serial people-pleaser. No matter how capable I’ve grown to be, still I stress out over how I will frame my intentions and justify my choices so that the metaphorical grown-ups of the world will approve of everything I do. I think too much about what other people believe is right and good rather than what I believe is right and good, and it seeps into almost every aspect of my decision-making. If you’ve ever read The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand: I am more of a Peter Keating than a Howard Roark.
As an adult, I find myself wanting and trying to be a little more like the rebellious teenager. Maybe he turned into a critically-thinking adult with a strong sense of identity and integrity. He lives life on his own terms. He does what’s right because he knows what’s right and he deeply believes in it, not because it’s expected of him by some third party. It seems like a good way to live.
I guess I just really liked this fortune cookie. It was a good reminder. You don’t always need to explain or justify yourself. The main person who has to live with the consequences of your decisions is you, assuming you don’t choose to directly harm — or make yourself dependent on — someone else. You are allowed to do things because you feel good and right about them deep in your core. Nobody else has to understand, and you don’t have to make anybody else understand, and that’s okay.
I’ve worked a lot lately to internalize this and let it influence my actions. It gives me confidence. It makes living better.
As it turns out, being alive and experiencing consciousness and existence is actually pretty absurd and incredible. Like those cats with tiny legs.