I need to preface this that I am not talking about religious faith. I am talking about a faith in yourself. A belief in yourself that can be very hard for a whole lot of people to even have, let alone contemplate.
In the latest instalment of Lauren's Life Lessons Learned the Hard Way... I want to talk about having faith in yourself that you're a better person than you think you are.
If you've been following this uncommon series, you'll know that I have recently gone back to school to help to learn how to help other people deal with how to cope with some of the stuff we have to deal with in our every day life... as trans folks. If you haven't been following this irregular series then I don't blame you. <3 But hey, maybe you were bored and clicked on this... or your other half held a gun to your head... or your child held a weirdly shaped teddy bear to your head... whatever, lol. You're here.
I will give you the TL:DR version straight off the bat... Faith in yourself can work miracles. Go think about that as you go about your daily business. And I wish you the best. <3
For anyone who wants to read on... well, read on.
I posted about this, briefly, in my blog. I went out for the first time in a long time yesterday. Which, as a giant misanthrope and, quite possibly allergic to any form of human being.. was quite a big deal. Not least of which was the biggest deal that... a good many of you don't have to deal with. I can't transition. If anyone needs to know I am who I am, I have to flatly come out and explain the whole deal. Hope you're okay with it... and deal with if you aren't.
Three hours before zero hour... I thought I better get myself ready. I went full neutral. As neutral as I could. I am a goth chick so... think copious amounts of black. That covers a lot, lol. You'd be surprised.
So.. I was there, waiting for my ride... regretting my life choices up to this point. Envisioning the entire worst way the night could go. You know the deal. I'm sure a lot of you have been there. The analogy filter might wrestle with this but I was sweating like a nun in a cucumber field... my brain was showing me a home movie that would make anyone vomit.
The taxi turned up. One of those big vans that can take a wheelchair.. the guy was really nice. Didn't bat an eyelid. We got to the restaurant and everyone was really nice. I was naturally misgendered because, see above. I tried to correct the dude with a smile and he was immediately friendly and apologised. Even though he did nothing wrong. You can't expect people to just psychically know stuff when they are just trying to earn a wage and don't honestly care.
But he was abnormally polite. I met a bunch of my friends from school, and we all went inside and got a table. I tried not to be a giant T-Rex... even ordered a salad. Which is like the eating out code for "WTF are you doing?" I was extremely self restrained lol.
We talked about school stuff for a while, then a couple of folks decided we should go on to a club. Naturally I didn't feel comfortable with that because it's not like I can get onto the dancefloor... but whatever. A lot of folks had had a lot to drink at this point and I was like "Um... okay whatever." I felt comfortable around these folks.
So we did just that. With half a fleet of Taxis. No one cared about my issues. They were all extremely supportive and accommodating. Which was wild to me. I think three of the girls and two of the guys hooked up when we went to the club. I didn't, but I didn't expect to. They are going to probably be extremely out of it tomorrow...
The long winded point of all of this is... faith. Faith in yourself and that you're going to be okay if you just let go of all the things that are keeping you from being yourself. Not necessarily gender. But just fear of being you. Some people are not as bad as you think they can be. You just have to put yourself out there. You might even enjoy it.