Some weeks ago my husband told me that we lived on the bottom rung of society. I was pretty bewildered by the comment. It’s not something that had ever occurred to me, and it probably never would have. I asked him to explain and he did.
I didn’t have much to say about the comment other than it was interesting. It made sense to him but made much less sense to me so I had very few remarks to make and our conversation moved along.
I haven’t thought about it since (consciously) but tonight we were talking and I brought it up.
I really don’t feel like I am at the bottom rung of society though you may feel I am. I think this is because I am from the desert and judging by the standard we used out there, I am inordinately successful.
I don’t bore people, I do the right thing, I’m an independent thinker and I’ve started a business. I show up for my friends, I do a good job, I routinely donate my time, my money and my skills. I don’t lie, I don’t cheat, you can trust me with your life…you get the idea.
I get his idea too and it’s interesting to me how people view others. I really don’t think he is wrong and I am right. I know he is right, I just don’t see it that way and we see it the way we see it because of our roots (our Moons).
pictured – that’s Annalisa and I.