DivergentI recently went to see the movie “Divergent” with my husband.  I loved it so much that I went and saw it again with a friend not more than a week later.  There was something about that movie that struck a chord.

In this futurist tale of a war-torn world, being labeled a “Divergent” was not a desirable trait.  Anyone who “tested” out as a Divergent was in danger of losing their life.  Divergents’, you see, do not conform.  They think creatively not conventionally and their character is multifaceted. Divergents’ are a threat to those in power because they question and look deeply into things. The leadership of the war-torn futuristic world put everyone in neat little categories or “Factions”. God forbid if you didn’t seem to test into one particular category.  You were then called the “Factionless” which meant you were the derelicts of society. Shutouts.

At one time in my life, I was the embodiment of a non-divergent.  Next to the definition of “Conformist” in the Webster’s Dictionary was a picture of me. Had I been tested by a system such as that, there is no doubt in my mind I would have been categorized as a “Factionless.” My mom once took me to see a shrink when I was in sixth grade because I wouldn’t go to my teacher or raise my hand in class if I had a question. He gave me a diagnosis, “Test Anxiety.”  What?  You mean there is a name for that?  I just thought all pencils during test times caused an extra secretion of sweat in the hands!  I guess that means, I had a fear of failure or maybe it was a fear of standing out or saying something wrong.  It was fear that controlled me.  Maybe it still can.

There were times I would have absolutely chosen death by lethal injection (as opposed to hanging) rather than get up in front of a group of people to speak.  In school, I actually prepared for a speech while vomiting but when asked to get up to present – I denied having completed the work and willingly took a zero instead.  I was the epitome of an Anti-Divergent!  I was “Factionless”; not belonging, no seeming gift or talent nor was there anything about me that stood out as important.  I would not have stood up for something I believed in because I feared retribution more than I feared not doing the right thing. As a matter of fact, when I run into old school mates, most of them don’t recall me but do recall my brother who made a name for himself in the form of delinquent behavior.  Once I was called to the office over the intercom and my classmates looked puzzled. When I got to the office, I was quizzed of the whereabouts of my brother. When I returned to class, I was bombarded with questions.  When I explained to them that they were searching for the whereabouts of my brother, they all mutually said things like, “Oh that makes sense.  We knew it couldn’t be something concerning you.”  The earth had not been jolted off its axis after all.

A “Divergent” according to the movie is someone who has strong intersecting personality traits like: candor, gentleness, impulsivity and intelligence, honesty, goodness and sincerity, fearlessness and cautiousness.  Make sense? One of my favorite scenes is when the main character is clipped to a zip line and released to soar over the dark city of Chicago.  The climatic music caused my blood to lift within my veins to soar as she, when finally she released her fear and pushed her arms out to fly. I was in that moment with her.  Shoot, I was her! The music intensified and so did my adrenaline. The wind must have been blowing at sixty miles per hour in her face pushing away her bangs from interfering with her view. Then the corners of her mouth began to curl upwards and her arms stretched outward. The scene shouted freedom. Her face read the same.  The whole scene shouted freedom from the very worst of all prison masters; FEAR. One day I pretended to be fearless, impulsive and brave when my husband and I went to Hawaii several years ago. I bravely agreed to ride a bike down the side of a volcano.  Yes, that’s right, a volcano.

The volcano was listed as “Inactive” because it had not erupted in over one hundred years. This knowledge brought me much comfort until our bike riding tour guide told us on the van ride up that it was “due” for an eruption.  Also, the conversation from this guide to all of us “risk takers” took a serious turn of solemnity when

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