The Princess is ready to claim her own
Castle!!
In lay terms, this means that one of my very good dear
wonderful friends is moving into her very first on-her-own apartment.
I wish her all the best of moving vibes, from good weather to
good-humored and prompt moving helpers to good pizza and good sleep.
(Which is less that she has earned as she has helped me move more
than is reasonable. Usually in heels. I am thinking specifically of
the buffet.)*
But that’s not really the point.
I kind of don’t mind moving, at least
I didn’t. The packing and cleaning and sorting and dusting and
sneezing and throwing out of things worked as a kind of identity
therapy. I got to touch all of the things that made up the world that
fit into the set of |Me|**. Journals, letters, books, shrines,
ceramics, mementos, missing laundry – all of it active and real
elements of an entirely self-created self-definition.
Conversations at work have included an
ongoing debate with my friend about the spectrum of introversion and
how to apply it. He spoke a thing that I think I’ve been missing
about the world for a really long time. The conversation went
something like this: Me – You don’t get to define me. Him – We
are all defined by other people! Me – stunned silence
*eyebrow up*
Well, but I’ve always been that way,
right: “I’ll be my own self!” foot stomp “No one else
is the boss of me!” “You do not get to define me!” (I have said
that one a lot)
It smacks so cheerfully of
childishness, doesn’t it? How easy to dismiss are claims that do
not fit the dictionary definition.
Because I have moved a lot, and I know
the difference between |Me| and ‘hippie’, ‘free-thinker’,
‘snob’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘original’; the list is long and I
am not alone in having one.
(I do not credit this attitude problem
with tens of moves, but the inventory is part of living in this space
around me, and that is directly connected to moving.)
And yet…
We learn how to behave based on outside
expectations. We frequently only see our actions as they are
reflected or refracted in other peoples’ lives. Our class system
maintains itself with rigidly defined behavioral policies and
expectations. The social constructs we are taught to accept without
questions are predicated on outside, not self-control, as well as
predestination not self-determination.
Every day brings more support to the
dangers of stereotyping: externally imposed definitions –
diminishing by definition. Every day there is evidence drawn in blood
that it is not safe to fail at accepting external definitions. And
every single day individuals still make the decision to escape the
social constructs, the naysayers be damned.
So, I guess what I really wish for my
Princess is the time to see what her life looks like on the inside.
What the last years have made, hidden and lost. Find the absolute
value of yourself in the silence and chaos of boxes, bags and Moving
Day.
This year, I’ll settle for deep
cleaning.
*Apparently the move has already
happened, but whatever. The sentiment is the same.
** |Me| denotes the absolute value of
whatever is listed between the bars, in this case: Me. Math is cool.