Same Ol', Same Ol'. . .

One of my friends and I registered to vote yesterday. Scary thought, huh? Anyway, it was way easier than we had expected it to be. As we were leaving the building, I looked at her.

"So, I wonder how many Independents there are in our area?" I wondered aloud.

She smiled, "One."

I replied with a laugh, "Make that two." We dissolved into hilarity.

It's funny how people often keep their feelings to themselves for fear of being labeled. For example, this particular friend and I had a conversation a few weeks ago about paranormal beliefs -- auras and the like. She mentioned that her little cousin has some characteristics of an "Indigo Child" (someone who can read auras). As the characteristics were listed I found myself identifying with many of them but afraid of playing the "bigger and better" game, so I said nothing. I did some research and discovered that, indeed, I fit the description. When I told my friend she was not surprised at all. In fact, she revealed that she had brought up the entire conversation because she thought I may be one but was afraid of being considered 'crazy' if she just told me. We were thinking the same thing at the same time, yet afraid to express it -- even to each other!

Sometimes I wonder how many great ideas never came to fruition simply because the originator was afraid of what others' would think. Then I wonder if other people wonder about this type of thing. No wonder I have a headache!