Rory is at it again with another one of his Friday Four thingamajigs. This time he is asking questions about what the words “like,” “respect,” and “admire” mean to us. He wants to know:
What is more important to you — to be “Liked” or to be “Respected”?
Like me. Respect me. Don’t like me, Don’t respect me. Whatever. I don’t care one way or the other. I like and respect myself, and that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?
What do you believe to be the difference between admiration and respect? Or do you find them to be the same?
I think the two are closely related. When you admire someone, you hold them in high regard, great esteem, approve of them for who they are, and, yes, respect them. But I believe that you can respect someone without admiring them. What do I mean by that? Well, I can respect someone’s accomplishments, but not necessarily admire them as a human being. Take Elon Musk, for example. I respect what he’s accomplished with electric cars (Tesla), battery backup systems for solar energy, and even his private space program (SpaceX). But I think he’s an asshole and I don’t admire him at all. On the other hand, he doesn’t even know that I exist, so it’s fair to say that he neither respects nor admires me.
Likability and friendship are two different things. Being likable to many is great, but being a great friend to a few (or one) is rare. What do you think of that statement: true or false, agree or disagree?
I think it’s generally true. I like a lot of people — but to be honest, I probably dislike more people than I like. On the other hand, I’m close friends with a select few people. And it’s those select few who matter to me more than all the other people that I like combined.
How uniquely YOU are you in a world filled with variations of you anyway? What separates YOU from the rest of the world and makes you “Youniquely You”?
Okay, there is nothing truly unique about me. Seriously, there are nearly 8 billion people on planet Earth and I’d have to be pretty full of myself to think that I am truly unique. That said, I can, at times, be rather full of myself. Oh no, wait. People say it’s shit that I’m full of.