Reverse snob-ism

This didn’t fit with my last post, so I had to back-to-back post. I hope this is allowed.

I have a problem. I have a huge fear of being not liked. I wanted to be liked so much as a kid, I think I actually turned some people off. Now I don’t have that problem so much. I don’t think. I’m more choosey about who I want to be friends with. I don’t have to be part of the “clique” so I don’t try so hard. This is good since I’m now a 30 year old adult. I do think others might still have the problem of wanting to be part of the “right” crowd, so I consider it to be an accomplishment.

I have another problem. People who I perceive to be fake really annoy me. Does this make me a snob? Maybe I am. I’m a snob to the snobs. Looking down on those who look down on me. Is that possible?

Keeping up with the Joneses. Spending so much time thinking about what’s “right” rather than thinking about what is truly important. But aren’t we all guilty of that? Rushed, busy, preoccupied multi-taskers. Watching little Billy’s soccer game while responding to work email on a Blackberry. Spending more than the 40 hours a week you get paid to be at work at work. Why do we spend more time getting ready for/getting to/at work/getting home than we actually do with those that we love?

Take time, relax, have fun, spend less time at work (unless you actually get paid more!), more time with people who matter. The world won’t come crashing to an end! In fact, it might actually make it better. A friend of mine noted last week that the longest she expects to be remembered by anyone is 2 generations. This is two generations of people related to you genetically. A lifetime is all we have to be remembered by others who we meet along the way. Unless we do something magical like cure cancer, once we’re gone, the only people who will care are the ones who love us.

Now all I have to do is take my own advice.