nighttime musings

Sometimes I can't sleep because I can't get my mind to stop thinking.  It usually doesn't stop until I get whatever's filling up my brain out - often through writing.  Once they're out, I can sleep.  Thus, nighttime musings.  :)  These thoughts were triggered by conversations I've been part of lately. 



Isn't it interesting how we look at people who have qualities or traits we want, and assume they're happy because they have those traits?

The average or overweight woman sees a naturally thin woman, and thinks [if only subconsciously] that woman believes she has a perfect body.

The shy woman sees a woman speaking confidently in front of a crowd, and thinks that woman has never had trouble making friends.

Did you know that the thin woman, too, has to feel good about how she looks before she goes shopping for clothes?  ("But doesn't she always feel good?" we think.  "She has the perfect body.")

To you she does.

Did you know the woman you see speaking confidently can only do so in front of crowds?  Put her one-on-one and she clams up.  How many friends have you made from in front of a crowd?

Remember -

Just because she fits your picture of perfect doesn't mean she fits hers.  How often do we remember that we are all here fighting similar fights?

But also.  Does it ever make you wonder if you are someone else's picture of perfect?

Does that thought make you realize you're better than you sometimes remember,  and that you're doing pretty alright?

I hope so.

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“Quite honestly,” he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, “I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.”

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows