Stereotype Mold

Isn’t it amazing how we humans will, at first, unconsciously, secondly, consciously, utilize a stereotypical image as a kind of mold, to be poured into, and used in whatever way the person wants to use it.

I found this happening to me  the other day. I’d been reading a novel, and two of the main characters-I slowly became aware-that’s my style I guess-inhabited a couple of my stereotypes in my reservoir.  I had an ikon in my mind, maybe the sovereignty & dignity of women, as played out by the Abenaki, a Native American tribe.

This struck me as very strange; when I took a closer look at the woman, I saw a face, a body, with both her eccentricities and manliness, something like I knew that I knew, but I couldn’t remember who the person was.  A woman.

Even as I’m writing this now, I don’t know where we were and what was going down, and wished I could recall the formation of a friendship I had with her.

Have you ever had something like this happen to you?  This was a first for me, and what a darling melee!

It became my journey.

copyright:christopherbearbeam May 22, 2018

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