Words from Dic(tionary)
Affiliate: 1.(v) to officially attach or connect to an organization 2. (n) a person or organization attached to a larger body
“Who are you affiliated with?”
“With whom are you affiliated?”
Whenever I hear either of these questions, I realize I am encountering someone who is discovering that I am not qualified to do what I do and is out to expose me or at least discredit my efforts.
It fascinates me that we live in a nation of freedom, liberty and supposedly independent thinkers, but we all scurry to the corners like cockroaches when the lights come on, making sure we have our little nest of individuals who agree with us, as proof of our credibility.
I don’t mind affiliating. I love to be around people. I enjoy folks. But I’ve always been a person who follows common sense with a side of spirituality and heartfelt emotion for dessert. Honestly, sometimes it’s difficult to sign on the dotted line with the causes made available to me because they don’t necessarily agree with that criteria.
- I don’t make a good atheist–mainly because I believe in God.
- I’m a horrible agnostic because I have actually seen faith work.
- Republicans sniff me out and know I’m not part of the flock because of my generosity to people in need, and I am not totally convinced in the doctrine of “every man for himself.”
- Democrats walk away shaking their heads sadly because I support the value of personal responsibility and don’t think that the taking of human life in any form, including abortion, possesses viability.
- I’m a horrible Muslim. Bad knees. Can’t kneel on a carpet.
- I can’t be Jewish. Too much ritual. Like my bread leavened.
- Honestly, I don’t make a very good Christian because I like my life to be sparked by ideas instead of traditions.
- I suppose in some ways I don’t make a great American male because I’ve never found pleasure in making fun of women when they’re not around.
- Yet the females don’t accept me because … well, I guess that one is obvious.
I don’t have anything against affiliation. It’s just when I start following the butt of the person in front of you without seeing clearly where the crowd is heading, well … it makes me a little nervous.
So I have decided to try to get along with everybody the best I can, and in my private house of thought and worship, to allow the wisdom that trickles my way to rule the day instead of polling the masses.
So who am I affiliated with?
I guess anybody who’s willing to take me as I am.


