Last night, I dreamt that my husband was indifferent..to me. It was more of a nightmare. The irony is that he is FAR from that. Is it a fear of mine? Not that I know of. But it got me thinking. A fellow teacher, standing on the picket line with me, was growing frustrated with people's seeming indifference as they drove by our busy intersection. He decided he would consciously invite 'drive-by's to interact. His thoughts were that, as educators we need to engage consciously with the public at all times, but especially given the opportunity while picketing. Several of us made a conscious decision to stand alongside him, planted close to the traffic as we deemed safe, making eye contact with specific drivers, offering a wave, smile or nod. Soon it became a game of counting the honks, waves and even the thumbs down and slurs. When a response was negative, it was not as disappointing as no response. No response gave us nothing, no feedback, no interaction. When you google indifference, two definition options come up. 1. lack of interest, concern, or sympathy and 2. unimportance. If that's the case, no wonder it was so lonely to receive. We were not just receiving nothing. We were receiving both definitions.
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