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Passivity: Take Two


After reflecting on what I wrote first, I found a flaw
Yes, a flaw.

There a different types of passivity. All which I dislike. However, someone can be active in one area and passive in another.

Let's discuss my family.
I said, "my mother was active, my father was passive."
Yes. In having to do with discipline, this is true.
But emotionally, they were both passive.
I wasn't the most outgoing child.
A lot of times, I kept to myself.
I stayed in my head; alone with my thoughts.
I was a depressed little child and I was very private.
I felt completely invisible.
People want to be seen.
People want to be fought for.
People want to be noticed.

It's true, perhaps they don't want to talk about it.
Perhaps they really don't trust that you care.
But the fact that you noticed means a lot.
But how would they know unless you said something?
I was invisible.
Sometimes I still feel invisible.
There's a lot of pain in this world.
There's a lot of hurt.
But I think Acknowledgment of that hurt and pain
Is the First step.
People need to know that they are noticed.
But many times people never ask.
For a variety of reasons, they don't ask.
And the person continues in life
Thinking they are invisible.
They believe no one sees and no one cares
And it's reenforced by passivity.
No one speaks up on their behalf.
No one does anything.

I had an overwhelming desire as a child to be known.
In youth group.
At home.
In class.
To be known.
But I was unable to talk about myself: I didn't think anyone cared to hear.
Questions were the catalyst for me to open up.
Yet, not many ever asked.
Perhaps they didn't care to.
Perhaps they believed I would open up when I was ready.
Perhaps they didn't notice.

My parents never asked.
My mom noticed things were wrong with me.
I know this because we've talked about it now that I am more talkative.
She never knew how to deal with me.
She never knew how to make me open up.
So instead, she left me alone, in a sense.
She was with me, around me, loved me, but she never asked.
Maybe once in a while a "what's wrong with you?" would surface
But never a "you look sad today, what's the matter?"
Sometimes I would lie.
Sometimes I would say "nothings wrong"
But she knew I was lying.
She never called me on it.
She allowed me to do what I wanted.
Perhaps that's the right thing to do.
Perhaps it is my own fault that I lied.
I know today, I try very hard not to lie in this manner, because I do only have myself to blame if people believe me.
But what about others?
What about children?
I believe every person has a desire to be known.
I believe that people who want to be known but can't get it for themselves, leave hints.
Many times these same people will sabotage/contradict these cries to be seen.
You know these students: the hard ones, the intimidating ones, the silent ones, the lying ones, the fake ones, the downcast ones, the closed ones.

They simply want acknowledgement
Yet, because they are difficult, they are many times overlooked.
I've found that being straight forward, heals a lot.
The truth is a beautiful thing.
To call a person out on their sabotage, on their contradictions, on their closed off-ness, shows that you've seen it.
That you've taken the time to notice.
And after you've been blunt, and still come back; that's when you've built a bridge.

You've stripped away their mask and their attempt to hide.
You've told them you see them and you care.
And even if they snub you at first, the fact that you've come back, means the world.
The consistency is key.

In youth group, there were only two leaders that ever knew my name.
These leaders were on a missions trip with me, and got to see me.
In youth on wednesday nights, I never had a leader come up and talk to me.
I was quiet, I was shy,
And I was hurting.
There is something about remembering a person's name that is powerful
There is something about remembering a person's face that is uplifting
There is something about including people that is moving
There is something about acknowledgment that is healing


Passivity has many general forms
But it means

accepting or allowing what happens or what others do, without active response or resistance

Sometimes I believe being active in another person's life is resisting the very things that the persons says they want
I believe fighting for a person is sometimes fighting that person

When I was in junior high, I had to take a stupid class with my mom on parenting teenagers.
She's told me many times that she believes we were in that class for perhaps one phrase that changed her view of parenting teenagers.
Roughly, the idea was that during an argument or discussion or full on fight, a teenager may say very ugly and mean things. They may say "I hate you" or "You're a tyrant" or any number of generalized extremes.
But the key is to disregard the actual words the child is saying and to discover what they really mean. They are saying something that is significant, but the meaning has to be discovered because it is covered by emotion. So when they say "You're a tyrant I hate you" they may be saying, "I need to be with my friends sometimes and I feel like you don't trust me because you give me no freedom." As a parent, if you only listened to the words, you would feel disrespected, hurt, and offended. The problem would never be solved. But since teenagers are not yet able to express themselves in mature forms, we as adults who are more developed, must translate for them in order to solve the problem
I believe this principle should be applied to Christians.
I don't believe it is right to take anyone (non-christian especially) at face value.
{This is generally meaning, don't assume that you know}
Because of walls, because of cultural differences, because of silence, because of hurt, people are saying words that only hint at their real meaning.
It is our job to read between the lines. Our job is to go deeper than words, down to the heart.
By God's grace and power, we need to truly see people.
We need to look beyond the words, the attitudes, and the masks, to see what's really going on.
Christ saw into the inner man.
He saw the Pharisees for what they really were,
and he saw the Samaritan woman for what she really was.
And he called it out.
He didn't allow them to stay comfortable.
He didn't allow them to hide.
And that's when change happened.
The status quo was destroyed.
Something new HAD to happen.
He was Active.

We need to see.
We need to call it out for what it is.
We need to make people a little uncomfortable.
We need to shake things up.
We need to be people who are Active.
We can't settle for the Status Quo.

Ms. Dana


Ok Ms Dana!

So I was chewing on this whole, intimidation/fear/shy/whatever thing I feel towards people sometimes and since I like writing and you seem like a procrastinator (sometimes) you may enjoy reading my random thoughts as I work this through. If you're busy, read this later; it's for pleasure, not for work. Use it as a break from....anything that you need a break from, I suppose.

Talking with you today was the first time I had really thought about my feelings/attitude toward Elyse for a while, and I've continued for a bit right now. Here are some of my thoughts (written as I think, not as an academic essay).
So I'm just gonna give you the whole truth as I've begun to understand it. I feel very protective of Elyse, actually. I really care about her, and it matters to me what happens to her in her life. I feel much closer to her than I believe our relationship warrants, and I think that makes me insecure of what to do or how to be. This may be in part because Colby (one of my best friends, and her ex-boyfriend) talks very highly of her, because my own experience with her makes me like her, or maybe a dozen other reasons I am unaware of. Either way, I care a lot about her, and I will probably care about her life long after I leave being around her. What's funny is that because of this, I don't know how to act, since I KNOW we don't have a relationship. So if I could bless her life anonymously, that would be my favorite option. I actually have significant things for her, to help bless her, but I don't want to give it to her outright because I really have no reason to care as much as I do. I would very much just like to put it in her mail box and leave.
But this is not the first time I felt this way towards a person. Especially in Master's, I would see guys and girls all the time who I would have very strong ties to and concern for, but may have ZERO relationship with them. And forever I will care what happens in their life, and I would do anything to make sure they succeed. There was one boy, Brock, who I saw on a trip our Master's did. For some reason, I "saw" him and I've always cared for him, prayed for him, and believed in him. When he ended up coming to Master's, I watched him, cared for him like he was family, but never had the opportunity to build a relationship with him (since guys and girls have a no-dating covenant their first year in Master's which pretty much limits contact with the opposite sex to zero). But even now, two years later, it really matters to me what happens to him. I still pray for him, still believe in him, and still really care about him. Something the other day made me think of him, and I almost sent him a message over facebook just to encourage him; I decided against it (so far) because, like I said, I have zero relationship with him. So I've been praying for him instead.
It's like I have "favorites," or God just ties my heart to specific people, that no matter if I ever talk to them, or if they hurt me, they will always have my loyalty and my care. Those people will always be a part of MY family, but I am not (always) a part of THEIR family, if that makes sense. Sometimes I get the privilege of really impacting, pouring into, discipling, encouraging, supporting those people that God allows me to "see." And I am free to express my concern/care/encouragement whenever I please or they need. However, with those that I don't have a relationship, but still feel this strongly toward, I think I get a bit confused. I do this too with friends of friends (example: I feel strongly towards one of Faitth's guy friends because he is a huge part of her life, but he has no clue who I am!). I feel like I can talk to them like I've known them forever, but in reality, I am a stranger to them. There was one guy I met in hobbs when I went to visit, I had never met him before that trip but after a few hours of watching him, I knew him like the back of my hand. God even told me to encourage him, which I did at length. When he came to school this year, he acted rather strangely towards me. I thought maybe I had offended him or made him feel uncomfortable (which would make sense due to the nature of our lengthy deep conversation we had 5 months before where I basically read his mail) due to his body language. So I asked him about it. Turns out he didn't even remember who I was! How awkward! And yet it was slightly relieving, I was kinda glad he didn't remember. So, although I still care about his growth and maturity, I know that (unless I feel led to say something specific) I really have no grounds to be as comfortable/chummy around him as I would be naturally inclined to do. Obviously, I'm still friendly and polite if I see him, but I don't expect him to treat me as a friend- we aren't; we are strangers really.
Maybe that's why I use cues from other people to gauge how to act. "I've met you once and I know a bit about your family. Does that mean we are friends? Acquaintances? Strangers? Were you just being polite and humoring me with answers, or did we actually connect and have a foundation to build a relationship off of? Do you make eye contact with me? Wave? Say hi back? Do you even remember my face? Should I even care? Uhhh forget it! Too much work, I'll just do whatever I feel like, when I want"....and all of this goes through my head so automatically that I don't usually even notice I do this unless I think about it (like now).
So that's my book. I hope it's been an entertaining jaunt into my mind and a much needed break from reality. This will probably go into my journal now for future reference because this is all new.


Mmmmk, that is all
Emilie

Passivity


passive |ˈpasiv|adjective1 accepting or allowing what happens or what others do, without active response or resistance : the women were portrayed as passive victims.Chemistry (of a metal) made unreactive by a thin inert surface layer of oxide.(of a circuit or device) containing no source of electromotive force.(of radar or a satellite) receiving or reflecting radiation from a transmitter or target rather than generating its own signal.2 Grammar denoting or relating to a voice of verbs in which the subject undergoes the action of the verb (e.g., they were killed as opposed to he killed them). The opposite ofactive .


Passive. Active.
Accepting or allowing what happens or what others doWithout Response Without Resistance

When the subject UNDERGOES the action... the opposite being "active" when the subject DOES the action...
So...active or passive?
My dad was a rather passive man; my mom was very active.This became troublesome to me in my youth.I feel it now, sometimes, with people.They will allow me to do what I please without resistance or response.Even if I am wrong in doing it.Even if I KNOW I am out of line.Yet there is no responseThere is no resistance.Generally, I am good at keeping myself in line.But sometimes my mood changes; sometimes circumstances change.I change, but it doesn't seem like people notice.Which is fine.It's better if they didn't notice.
But then I find that they do...notice.I find that they have been...affected.But they said nothing.They didn't respond.They didn't resist.Passive.Maybe, they would say something.Maybe, they weren't ready yet.Maybe, they were just waiting to see....Maybe
What makes this passivity, I wonder?Fear?Indifference?Wonder?Respect?
My father was passive; my mother was active.I know there are things that confused my dad; hurt him even. But he never said a thing.My mother saw changes; saw things that may not be right. But she called it out for what it was; ask about it; stopped it. She changed things; clarified things.Active leads; Passive allows.
Sometimes passivity or activity is something that's taught.It is learned; it is part of one's culture.
But I for one want to be an active person.Internal Locus of Control.Internal Locus of Responsibility.I am not a victim of FateI am not a victim of PeopleI am not a victim of SocietyGod shapes my FutureAnd He is a good GodHe is the only one to FearYet, perfect love casts out the fear that is unhealthyRespect and Reverential "fear" is all that's leftWith God, I can make a DifferenceWith God, I can Change thingsI don't have to allow itI can resist

I am disappointed when I find that people noticed change, and it bothered them. But they were silent.Eventually, I notice it too. I wish I didn't have to be the one to talk first, although I was not the first to see. I wish the people that could influence wouldn't stay passiveI wish people would Speak upStand upChange things.
I wish they would Resistor at least bring it to light for discussion
I am always encouraged by people who see needs and are moved to change things.Taking the intiative.To fight for what's right.To protect the weak.To stand up for truth.
I wish we wouldn't AllowI wish we would ResistI wish we would Influence
I wish we would CARE