Share Your World — I Hear You, But Am I Listening?

Share Your WorldThis week, Melanie is stealing borrowing questions posed by other bloggers for her Share Your World prompt.

Are we losing the art of listening in comparison to simply hearing?

F80CF77A-297B-4312-A206-4C9F1E5C1745I’m sorry, I didn’t hear your question. Either that or I wasn’t listening. I do remember something my debate teacher told me in high school. He said “Listen for understanding, not for rebuttal.” This has nothing to do with the question, but I like the message. Do you hear me? Are you listening?

How often do you openly discuss with friends or here in WP with your readership topics that make you feel uncomfortable or may be taboo or stigma laden?

I don’t shy away from discussing controversial topics, either in real life or on WordPress. As to taboo and/or stigma laden, well, I’m not sure how to draw the line between controversial and taboo/stigma-laden.

Do you think that these discussions should be freely discussed and written about more?

I think discussions of controversial topics such as religion and politics should be encouraged. As to taboo or stigma-laden subjects, until I know what that really means, I can’t really answer this question.

Did you have a nickname as a child and if so, what was [or what is it now]?

I was tall and skinny as a kid, and my best friend’s father used to call me “string bean” and “scarecrow.” I’m no longer exceptionally tall nor am I skinny.

Why is there still ‘stuff’ we simply just don’t understand despite our progressive world?

There will always be “stuff” that we don’t fully understand. That’s why we invented gods.

Would you rather double your height or lose half your weight?

So would I rather be almost 12 feet tall or weigh 85 pounds? Seriously?

What is your most essential kitchen tool?

My coffee maker.

Who is one blogger you really admire and why?

I admire a lot of bloggers, so it’s difficult (and unnecessary) for me to try to pick just one. Sorry, Melanie.

Share Your World — The Month’s End

SYWHere’s Melanie’s latest Share Your World prompt, and the last one for April 2019. So let’s see what she wants us to share and how much I’m willing to go along with sharing.

If you could interview anyone from your life, living or dead, but not a celebrity, who would it be and why?

It would be my father. As I’ve mentioned in a few previous posts, I was too self-absorbed when I was young and when he was still alive to ask him to tell me stories about his youth. He was born in the Ukraine and ended up coming to America when he was around 14 years old, but I don’t know any of the details of his life before reaching the U.S. or his early days in this country. I really regret that.

As a child, did you have a nickname?  Did you carry that with you throughout life or was it only in childhood that you used it?

My father used to call me “Butch,” as did some of my friends, but it never transcended into my adult life. 

Give us three words that describe you:

Old, liberal, young at heart.

Sneaking into a second movie at the theater (if you go to a movie house)? Is that wrong or just harmless ‘fun’?

It’s not something I’ve ever done, but it doesn’t sound to me like a heinous crime.

If you had a time machine would you go back to the past or forward into the future?Why?

B63230AC-5ECE-412D-9074-8D8C205F2E8FIf I had a Wayback Machine, and Sherman and Mr. Peabody could go with me, I’d visit the past. To me, the future looks pretty bleak.

What were you thankful for during April?

That no one I know personally died.

Butch

D6412E13-9A86-4B52-BB14-C573C2BFF151When I was a very young boy, my father gave me a nickname. He called me “Butch.” It was wishful thinking on his part.

Back when he started calling me Butch, the name didn’t have the same connotation it has today. Back then it meant manly and masculine.

But the meaning of the word has evolved considerably over time. These days, according to the Urban Dictionary, Butch means an especially masculine lesbian who is often the dominant partner in a lesbian relationship.

While I know my father didn’t think of me as a masculine, dominant lesbian, I think he was a bit disappointed that I wasn’t more manly. I was the nerdy, studious type of kid, more likely to be on the debate team than on the football team. I was not very coordinated. I was skinny, wore glasses, had braces on my teeth, and pimples on my face. I was more of a Sheldon than a Butch, which also meant that I was more likely to be beaten up than to beat up another.

I even think there was a time when my father worried that I was gay. I wasn’t, but I have no doubt that it had crossed his mind.

Eventually my father stopped calling me Butch. In fact, I think he even stopped calling me by my given name, as well. He basically just stopped speaking to me at all.