I’d say I’m a pretty open-minded person but that can be taken one of two ways: open-minded where we let bad shit in (no boundaries) or open-minded where we let good shit in (healthy boundaries). The difference between bad shit and good shit is, of course, subjective, which makes it very difficult to determine if having an open mind is going to be helpful or hurtful.
The line that I use to differentiate between bad shit and good shit is in the form of a question: Is my acceptance of this issue/person/whatever going to be toxic to myself and my family? If yes, then it’s bad shit. If no, then it’s good shit.
I don’t care if you can only orgasm if you’re dressed up like a chicken because it doesn’t affect me. In fact, you’d probably get way more drink and appy invites from Andrew and I because well, that’s awesome. If you’re a Christian, a Buddhist, gay, lesbian, vegan, don’t shave your armpits, give all your money to Santa Clause, have a memorial service for your goldfish, eat your foot callouses, whatever. Don’t care.
I care about stuff like wearing hats inside our house and at the dinner table, because it shows disrespect, and my family is my treasure and all of us deserve to be respected. I care if someone throws trash out the car window. If I am standing at a stop light when this happens, I will pick up the trash and whip it right back through the open window.
Other than that, I don’t know. We’ve all got our stories, our idiosyncrasies, our quirks. Our passions, beliefs, and faiths. Life is better when we can slide into place beside one other, fitting perfectly along the edges and curves, the scars and wounds, the rough patches, the smooth ones.
Would you classify yourself as open minded? Where’s your line?
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Chloe was my sister from another mother (my BFF Jane). We loved the hell out of each other. <3