Seventh Subject — Sincerity volley ball boyfriends

Sincerity – Use no hurtful deceit; think innocently and justly, and if you speak, speak accordingly.

Kim perspective:   Mean what I say and say what I mean!

 

 

This is an easy one for me but it still needs focus.  Being of Irish ancestry and raised British in California I sure know something about speaking my mind.  Flip flops, Irish charm and a direct English diction have given me rare gifts for sincerity but not without flaw.  I remember being on a volleyball team in high school.  We were pretty good.  Our team was made of tough girls who dove for the ball.  One day a new girl joined the team and aside from being an awesome volleyball player she had her eyes on MY boyfriend who cheered from the sidelines.  Now every high school girl knows a certain fear of either being the new girl or of competition from the new girl.  Therein was the challenge.  The new girl flirted with my cute boyfriend every chance she got.  And the more she flirted the nicer I seemed to be to her.  Why?  My arsenal was kindness?  I was an idiot?  Not sure of that answer!  So game by game, we would interact and it seemed the nicer I was the meaner she was to me.  Jumping in front of my balls, jeering at my serves, yanking my volleyball shorts down before a spike.  It seemed everyone noticed and I was just nice – she would say, “oh, did I do that? sorry!” and I would say, ‘Oh, it was accident, don’t worry!”  Finally, during a game she served the ball right into my head.  Blood ran from my nose and she laughed!  Laughed!  Being the mix I am, I finally got mad, but instead of massive girl slug, I walked off the court and went into the ladies room under guise of wiping blood off myself and surely to me just to keep from killing her.  I went into the bathroom expecting sympathy from team mates and all of them said, “she treats you like crap, you get what you take!” or something like that.  I was alone in the bathroom, or so I thought, when a timid freshman girl came out, I had seen her around and said “Hi” but she was not in the same crowd.  You know us . . . cheerleader, student body officer, athlete, yada yada.  She came up to me and said, no kidding she said, “You are so fake!  The reason she does that to you is because you are being fake!”  “What I shouted, I am always polite and nice to her!” and almost turned my rage in full fury on the message bearer.  She said, “you are always nice, and she does not deserve it and everyone knows this.  If you were sincere to her, she would respect you.  We are all waiting for you to tell her off!”    She left me alone in the ladies room.  I mopped myself up and thought about what she had said.  She was right!  I walked out, told the new gal, “Stay away from me, my face and my boyfriend and . . . Learn to serve or get off the team!”  I wish I could say people cheered or that she ran off but she ignored me, people took note and I did not take anything from her ever again.  She did still try to steal my boyfriend, and later we became friends.  She shared then that she had thought I was a pansy and pansy’s boyfriends are there for the taking.

 

So a long story, to illustrate sincerity.  Who knows but that what we say needs to be sincere and feel sincere for us to be respected!  This week I will work on Sincerity and I do think Ben Franklin would also have rocked at volleyball!!!