I might look all nice and sweet and you know what? I generally am. I like being a nice person, but don’t push it because I fight back.
Yesterday someone posted something not so nice about a pair of shoes that my friend had posted on her facebook page. They are absolutely adorable shoes if I do say so myself and when I found them I could only hope that they were the right size for her. (They were.)
(Those are the shoes. I jacked the pic from her facebook page.)
I don’t like it when people are mean to my friends so I said something about it.
I do that. Speak up when people are mean or rude to me or friends of mine. I have been known to go all “Mama Bear” when needed also.
What can I say? It seems I like to fight for what’s right. (“Right” being defined as what I believe is right and just. You don’t have to agree with me.)
I get it, people don’t like to be told they’re wrong, but you know what? Sometimes they need to be. It doesn’t always make me the most popular person in the room, but I’m ok with that. I’d rather be able to live with my choices and decisions than be liked by more people.
Other examples of me sticking up for what’s right?
- When teens I work with are mean to the co-worker I’m fairly certain is on the Asperger’s Spectrum and never received services as a child to help the behaviors, I don’t stand for it or let them say mean things around me.
- In high school we spent hours painting flats to look like a rock wall. The director didn’t like it and had her husband redo it over the weekend instead of saying something to the painters or the artist who designed it in order to give us another chance to fix it. She just had it painted over and we found out when we got to school. I gave her a piece of my mind in no uncertain times and while I found out later she called me a B*tch for years to come, the other student involved was glad I stuck up for her.
- When guys I knew from a bar were being rude and inappropriate to a girl who was so drunk she couldn’t stand up without help, I got involved. I took her home and made sure she was ok. Upon returning to the bar that night, the guys were being big fat jerks to me so I called it a night. They often made fun of me after that night, but I can take it, I wouldn’t have been able to live with it if something had happened to that girl.
Maybe it’s because people haven’t always stuck up for me when others were mean or wrong but I’m just not able to stand by and watch when something I see is wrong and it matters. You know what? When it comes to others who can’t stick up for themselves for whatever reason, it matters. People matter.
Are you a stand up and say something person? What have you stood up for lately?