Are You A Nobody Unless Someone Tells You You’re Somebody?

DOCTOR

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Who are we really?

How do you describe yourself to people when they ask you what is it you do?

Does the answer to this question somehow validate you in your eyes or theirs?  I may have touched on this before, but think of how crazy this would sound if it applied to other creatures.  My dog is the CEO of Kibbles and Stuff, while your dog is the clerk at his company.  My friend’s dog is an unemployed good for nothing that scrounges off of him.  This doesn’t sound like it makes sense, but, yet people do this with other people.

I’ve seen women look down on other women for being homemakers, but if a woman’s husband is a billionaire then that same homemaker position is now glorified.  How is that?  There are a lot of things that just aren’t making sense when you take the time to stop and think about them…validation being one of the biggest issues, which falls into that whole filing system called “class.”

It is getting to the point where people are seriously telling other people that they cannot afford to have children.  However, the same people handing down these declarations will have, and will try to have as many children as they want.  Now let’s think about that for a minute and again let’s apply it to other animals.  Do birds and bees realize that they don’t have money to have offspring?  (Note: I specifically stayed away from dogs because I didn’t want people to think I’m referring to them as dogs.)

What other creature in the world needs permission or income from a similar creature, as to whether or not they should be allowed to pass on their DNA in this world.  Everything we are being led to do is for validation in someone else’s eyes.  We can say that it’s not true, but, we’ve been so broken down that we think that we’re doing these things for ourselves.  However, that simply is not the case.  A great deal of us have done things for status, to feel as though we are better than someone else or better than what people thought we could be.  So we obtain money, titles, women, houses and cars, because these things tell us and tell the people around us that we made it.  We’re a success.  But according to whose standards?  You don’t make these standards, someone else did.  They tell you you’re a success.  It’s like winning an award.  You can’t say that you are the best singer of the year…someone else has to come up with an award and tell you that you’re the best singer of the year.  If they don’t, then are you not?  No, that just means that they didn’t give their award, to you.  I don’t have anything at all against setting goals for yourself and accomplishing them, what I’m saying is simply this:  Once you know you’re somebody without the world telling you, you can achieve anything.

True validation, in my opinion, comes from the people in your life whose jobs and titles don’t matter.  People who tend to have little or no money at all…they are your children.  Because no matter what your job title is, what goals you have failed to achieve, or how little money you make at the end of the day, your children do not care.  To them you can always be anything.  To them you’re special just by being there and spending time with them.

So it’s no wonder they don’t want poor people to have children.

They don’t want them to have someone who will tell them,

that even though they don’t have anything…

…they’re somebody.

Then the question is, why are we doing this?

Who are we trying to be a success for?

What does this have to do with DR. FRANK?  Find out Monday.

Up next week Monday, Dr. Frank.

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~ by underworldstudios on October 21, 2015.