I hate boxes.
Actually, that’s not true. At all, really. I LOVE boxes. I get lost wandering around Hobby Lobby, Michael’s, and World Market just looking at all the various boxes and containers I could buy to store my….well, I don’t really have much to store actually, I just like boxes! I get lost in the maze of unique and decorative boxes that magnetically pull me through the maze of thrift stores and antique shops. I can spend hours buried in jewelry, paint, and fabric decorating the living shiznit out of a tiny little chest, taking it from bleak to chic.
The thing is, as much as I love boxes, boxes are for things.
And so, I hate boxes. I hate the walls of expectations, assumptions, and guidelines that permeate the psyches of my fellow humans. I hate that it’s so natural to want to categorically organize the world in such a way that every person and every situation fits nicely into the designated column on the Excel spreadsheet of life. Everyone wants so badly to understand. To convince. To control. And building a box to safely guard the lives and choices of those around us is a great way to achieve that.
Except that it ends up feeling a little bit like this
I refuse. I refuse to conform to the box. I refuse to accept the ruthless and often even benevolent borders built around me by the well-meaning members of the human race. I reject assumptions about me based on my gender, my religion, my lifestyle, my personality, my friends, my hair color. I’m tired of seeing very good, very brave, very determined people thrown into the “Shy and Reserved” box built by our society while their leadership gifts waste away into the unknown, unrecognized. I’m tired of seeing insensitive people rewarded in the workplace because the most valued box says “you have to step on others to make your way to the top”. I’m tired of the sales world in which I worked for quite a long time, that says you have to engender certain personality characteristics to be successful, when, in fact, the greatest success comes from building from the unique abilities of each individual employee. I’m tired of the societal, religious, political, familial, and educational borders built around us that no one had the right to build in the first place.
I’m tired of the boxes.
And so, Real Girls, FORGET THE BOX. When someone tries to build one around you, walk slowly away, or throw it off a cliff, or take to it with a chainsaw, or put the box on their head, don your boxing gloves and show them both how you feel about it.*
Poke holes in the box. Climb passionately out from the box. Demolish the box. And see where your heart soars when the walls others have built for you no longer have any power. Then teach others to rid themselves of their boxes and destroy those boxes too until we have a virtual landfill of unsubstantiated expectations, rules, and restrictions we’ve executed from our lives. So we can then look up at that pile of weak, unstable walls and say “I was never meant to be so constrained. I was always meant to be free.”
And walk away.
Boxes are for things. Boxes are for objects. Not for Real Girls. Not for you.
Come on out and join the real world full of real people.
And then build one of these:
*These suggestions are meant to be metaphorical, not literal. Please don’t attempt them in a literal sense.
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