I must say even typing that felt uncomfortable. But it’s not for what it sounds like. That phrase can be taken 2 ways.
“What about me…” can mean, “don’t forget me” or “hey, consider me”
It can also be a prelude to an adjective list. In other words…
“What about me makes me want to write?” or “What about me makes me wash my car in 40 degrees in the winter?”
And so that’s the task…counselor asked…time to acknowledge a little. What about me has me able to deal with the pain every day. What about me has me showing up to things.
Or, as just happened, what about me almost got me into a fight the other day. 🙂 So, I was standing in line at a restaurant and it was a mess. Lots of people and lots of confusion. Not organized. Which triggers me. But I was good. Calm, understanding, forgiving. Until…
There was an older Chinese man in front of me by a couple of people. And another guy probably about my age in front of him. That white guy was visibly frustrated and letting the restaurant people know. A jerk. Then he turned to leave and said to the Chinese man, “Nice mask asshole”. Apparently the guy’s mask didn’t cover his nose. Sort of a driveby insult. So 2 steps later he got to me. I held my hand up. He stopped. I pulled my mask down and said with a deep sigh and maybe a slightly threatening tone, “For both of our sakes, I’m going to need you to apologize to that guy”. Ultimately he apologized and left.
Honestly, that was stupid. It could have easily ended up in a fight. That’s just not smart. All sorts of bad things could have happened. That’s not Christ. At all. Very stupid. So what about me made me do that?
Something to do with standing up for the defenseless? Something to do with just being on the edge Something to do with me being a jerk? Not sure…maybe all of the above.
So “what about me” caused me to do that? I don’t know…but I will be asking myself that today…
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