It has begun...

Well, I already boofed on my first blog!! Gee, I'm not too good at this so far. I was trying to do something and cleared the page. Needless to say, that spoiled my interesting in posting anything so I'll make it short and sweet and then have to go eat. Mark is making dinner. What a great guy!!

I'm reading through Donald Miller's Searching for God Knows What and had these thoughts about the chapter I read today (I sent this to a friend of mine).

As I walked out of Starbucks, I saw the woman they recently hired and thought about her in regard to the chapter I just read. Miller talked about how in middle school there was an unspoken social status (this woman may have been considered low on the status level) and how it was okay for someone of lower status to associate with someone higher, but not the other way around. It's sad how you sometimes feel like you HAVE to live by that unspoken code. I think it's still there when you get older, but instead of living with the obvious lines of division, you all try and pretend like you don't see them and live without them, when in reality, you still do. I never see this new girl smile. I should try and get to know her. She was on bar (making drinks) today and made my drink and when I got it, I immediately thought she made it wrong with whole milk instead of non-fat. But I think she may have just used whole milk foam for the top, I used to do that all the time. But I think because I might associate her with a lower status (subconsciously) might therefore assume the worst and almost wanted to treat her poorly.

I wonder what it would be like to have no predisposed sense of this hierarchy? I think that's why we compare ourselves, because there is an unspoken life status that we are all given by appearance, occupation (or lack there of), level of education, single/marital status, etc. When we aren't very high on the list we may not be treated very well because people don't want to associate with someone lower than them. It takes a while to learn the inner status of a person so we tend to judge by the outside.