iris independent

I have learned a lot about the nature of people in the last few months.

In fact, I believe I can confidently categorize all human life into various groups based solely on their reactions to…

the move.

It’s like I’m a soothsayer.

Here’s the secret: It’s not about how supportive or unsupportive the person is in general or even if the reaction was positive or negative. It’s not about any of these things at all.

It’s about personality. And experience.

And everyone’s reaction has its place in this. I need the support, but I also need those who give me minor heart attacks.

Because it forces me to think.

I’d say those who view me as their peers have been the MOST supportive.

Their reactions can be summed up in the words of a close friend:

“I can’t say I’m surprised.”

It’s nice. It’s necessary. I probably would have caved a long time ago without these people who support me just because.

EVERYONE needs these people.

Then there are those who maybe haven’t heard me extrapolate on my “New York is the stuff dreams are made of!” philosophy the way my close friends have. Like, my coworkers. The overwhelming majority asked concerned questions in  a positive way and made sure I knew that they had my back. Even if they didn’t necessarily get the NYC part. I feel that these people just understood the point I’m at in my life. Many have maybe stood where I stand themselves.

That’s why leaving my school was so freakin’ sad.

Then there are those who just don’t get it. Not New York, per se, but things outside of their realm of understanding. Things they don’t see themselves doing. Unfortunately, my mother falls into this category.

I guess one just has to accept that in these people. I don’t even know if I can say they mean well. I just don’t think they know any better.

Then there’s my big, formal, we-don’t-know-who-the-hell-you-are school district.

How did they feel about my decision?

Well, my e-mail account was canceled the next full work day.

I guess we could term this acceptance.