is a term that tends to be regarded highly in society, especially among the New York workforce where it is practically mandatory.
Among psychologists/social workers it seems to symbolize a disconnect from the world and the relationships around you.
So is it bad or good?
They say the things that don’t kill you make you stronger [or tougher??].
There are times I think being tough is a cover-up for the weaknesses you don’t want to show the world, but at others I think there isn’t any other way to be. I look back at all the experiences I had and all the people I have met. I would have missed out on many of them if I wasn’t “tough,” whether it be because I was faced with a task I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish, or because I wouldn’t have had the courage to join the adventure.
In the past couple days a couple people have called me “tough,” one saying I was one of the toughest they knew. I am very flattered by this. Although it can be considered a fault as much as a strength, I am who I am because of it: I got where I am, I saw the places I saw, I learned the lessons I did and I gained the experiences necessary.
Being tough also taught me that you don’t always have to be. There are people, places and times when it’s not only acceptable but also important to put your guard down.
If I wasn’t tough I would have sat all that out—and that would have sucked big time.
So to those who called me tough…