I remember when I used to wear thick rimmed glasses. Something about the fact that they were plastic meant that they would sit really close to my face and they would get smudged by my eyebrows all the time.
I don’t remember who it was who would get so bent out of shape about that smudge. A friend? My Mom? No idea. I think it was a female. But I remember that there was something about that smudge that made her feel like she had to ask me to clean my glasses, a lot. Like every time she saw me. Here’s the funny part. It didn’t bother me. I could see just fine. I never noticed it until she pointed it out.
I’m not sure why this person wanted me to change something to make her feel better. Perhaps the smudge was distracting to her. Perhaps it was weird to look in my eyes and see this blob of eyebrow goop stuck to my lenses. Perhaps she thought that I was unaware of how much better I would see if only I cleaned it off, so she thought she was doing me a favor.
How many times do people expect us to change ourselves to make them feel more comfortable? How many times do people try to get us to make a change “for our own good”? How many times do we try to do this to others?