Posts Tagged ‘behavior

27
Nov
24

Live WITH PURPOSE or Die Unsatisfied

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[I started to write this and quickly realized I had “no cap.” I started to write a second draft and heard myself rambling. I could go on for hours and not feel satisfied without a responsive audience…aha. There’s an appropriate lesson in this. So, I will insert a condensed version up top and let those die-hard readers swim through the remnants of a longer draft if you so desire. I applaud anyone who can get through my long speech (only because I get so much grief when I “ramble”).]

In short, a big chunk of the people in this world are sick. And, NOT SATISFYING OURSELVES is the cause. [And, I’m not referring to whatever perverse pornographic or food-based obsession you may be imagining.] If this wasn’t a concern (or, in sick minds, a way to make a profit), people would not be crafting “quick-fix” drugs and trying to be “weekend warriors” when they want to correct a mistake. We wouldn’t turn to “dating apps” instead of facing people in public and taking chances or asking friends for assistance (if we had friends).

There is an excess of SUBSITUTION and too little action WITH PURPOSE. When we act WITH PURPOSE (with good intent that transfers into positive, sensible action), we feel full, CONTENT. When we SUBSTITUTE, we LOSE INTEREST and add to PILES of DISCARDS.

[My family is VERY SICK and steeped in denial, myself included, at times. But, only I seem able to admit my “crime.” Even that may be a faulty assessment, knowing my family. The “giveaway sign” of the sickness is a perpetual discontent with life. You don’t see many in my family who do not have to boast and who are definitely, consistently happy with life. Alcohol and smoking rear their ugly heads, eventually. Divorce is shockingly common, yet I wouldn’t say anyone in the family is prone to conventional sexual practices.]

If you eat/consume WITH PURPOSE, you feel energized AND content and may even hear someone say you are “glowing.”

[You don’t complain or suffer afterward (unless the cook–or cooks–made a mistake).]

If you shop WITH PURPOSE, the things (and services) you buy satisfy a need (replacing something unfortunately ruined or used up, giving yourself a new useful tool, improving your physique/appearance for a reason other than vanity, helping someone else in need, etc.).

[You don’t collect every item in every color, fill a home with stuff that might be worth more than you paid, someday, nor “flip” things you could have let someone else acquire, first-hand, just because you ambitiously plot to make profits.]

If you socialize WITH PURPOSE (which is probably the biggest challenge and greatest need for most of us…and a driving point of this discussion), you mingle and meet people to find those with common interests and beliefs, who then may become closer friends if not life partners.

[You don’t become guilty of “cheating” or of being cold, cruel or harsh in any way. You don’t USE someone for a night or a self-indulgent habit (treating the person like a butler/maid/slave).]

If you’re not “shopping” for a friend or loving partner, maybe you socialize (with purpose) to feel good about yourself as a charitable, helpful person. One hazard with this alternative method of “being a good person” is deceiving yourself (from the harsh truth). There is genuine charity…and then there is what I like to refer to as the “tax write-off.”**

So, just like mindful meditation and other methods of calming yourself to avoid meltdowns, inject these two words into every plan and action you make, whenever possible.

WITH PURPOSE

You can have good intentions and not act on them…which is not great; some would say that’s evil. You can have negative, harmful intentions, because you’re angry with someone or some outcome; that’s also bad news for everyone around you. But, even when you are not fully aware of your own good intentions (meaning you may do something, unconsciously, which benefits you and/or others), acting WITH PURPOSE *should* make you and, ideally, those around you feel satisfied, content.

If you use those words before taking action (even just going into the refrigerator or pantry for something to eat) and cannot add a good response (not a flimsy excuse), hopefully, you’ll learn to curb and eliminate bad habits without someone having to tell you (which, I know, annoys many of us, especially if we don’t get along with our parents and/or other “authorities”).

I imagine a life lived WITH PURPOSE would end more happily than the alternative, which seems like a sham, an excuse (and/or a cheat). If you die knowing you did all you could to make the right decisions and not step on or otherwise mistreat others…if you stood by your beliefs and didn’t become a “Nazi dictator” in the process…that must be rather satisfying, in the end. Though, I suppose, you can’t please everyone, even if you are a “people pleaser.” [*cough* Jimmy.]

In any case, I believe acting WITH PURPOSE is the ultimate “golden rule.” You’re not just treating others the way you want them to treat you…you’re treating yourself with respect and self-discipline, too. So, do unto others as you’d have them do unto you…and seek out your own contentment without imposing yourself upon or upsetting others.

If you, at any time, feel you are NOT living WITH PURPOSE and are “at the end of your rope,” do NOT resort to…well, you know. Nor do you have to resort to “going ballistic,” just to face a premature end (with potential legal consequences). While it seems like the only way out of a never-ending nightmare, I’d like to believe some force will, eventually, present itself and get you out of that rut (without a weapon), even if you have to endure so long that you feel cursed or doomed. [At least, I am hanging onto that. I came close, once, and I do not want to do that, again. A little help (in staying among the living, to say the least) would be appreciated, even though I have no current ambition or reason to be “immortal” (other than in “legend”).]

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**You cannot partake in a cause to atone for something you consistently do (wrong), especially if the cause, project or event has nothing to do with your “crime.” There is a difference between atoning and making a good impression to gain approval. A “good face” is too often an annoying crime (committed on top of some other offense).

You can’t give food to the needy at the same time you raise prices on your own factory supply. What sense does that make? You certainly are not giving away the food or other goods you sell. Just find a way to make your pricing more fair/affordable. If, as an artist, I decided I needed to charge more for my (commission) work, for any reason (but more likely because I feel “cheated” if I don’t), and then took art made by someone else and gave it away for free…isn’t that just horrible? I think so. Those other artists should say, “Hey! Give away your own art, you jerk!”

You cannot be a guidance counselor if you are in dire need of counseling. [That is risky therapy, to say the least. And, it should be a sign to the would-be-counselor that they really need a friend before they attempt to guide or teach anyone, lest they lead their student(s) down a dark path.]

[Now, pausing right there, if you read what I have written and see me as some sort of motivational speaker (or guidance counselor), that is your choice. But, I do not claim the title (nor boast a plaque with a degree that cost me a ridiculous sum of money, charged by people who put their price on my ambition). I could not even attempt to be your art teacher, just because I am an artist. I could be a coworker or partner (or a friend)…but never claim to be an expert at anything. I could advise and instruct, based upon my opinion and experience, but that doesn’t mean what I say is right or the only way. People have called me arrogant for less. Why would I even attempt to advertise myself as an expert or professional advisor? I’d rather say I’m a hired provider of insight and opinions who has a bizarre psychic/empathic gift/curse and a desire to problem-solve. People could come to me for my thoughts. But, I wouldn’t claim to be “smart” about anything, even when people tell me I am (which I’d attribute to that psychic/empathic response I have). That sort of “ego” gets out of hand, rather quickly, like alcoholism. And, no one needs that.]

Similarly, you cannot pass yourself off as a dating or lifestyle coach if you are not content with your own life(style). If you seek the services of such a coach and discover they are going through or recovering from a bad breakup of any kind (job or intimate relationship, most likely), you just signed up with the wrong person. And, how do you calmly walk away from that?

[The movie Hitch, with Will Smith as the “coach,” is a fair example…with a lousy ending. He just needed his own good friend, a partner, and thought he had something to offer others (possibly based upon <phony> compliments received). I’d do the same, probably, foolishly, but, hopefully, not waste movie tickets or books in the process. I can see myself trying to play cupid for people…but would it really do any good? And, is it enough to advertise myself as an expert/pro of any kind? I sure don’t care for most “experts” who appear and promote themselves on TV; they seem so…smug. And, I wager, if I could probe, I’d find them just as flawed as “Hitch.”]

You can’t partake in a charity drive to curb or eliminate pollution if you actively (currently) contribute to the problem (with your own factories, maybe). Oh, sure, you’re trying to correct the problem…while you’re letting it fester. That’s like helping flood victims while dumping excess water into another town. Your plan is to eliminate air pollution in ten years? Good; let me know when you get there. Until then, don’t act like you’re a saint raising money to “cure air pollution” or to rescue some land that’s suffering. You probably have the funds to change the situation. Or, you could just do business (and make the money you NEED not just amass because you can), differently.

Are you really going to feel so much better when there is no air pollution (if that’s even possible, considering human habits/failings, which is why “wackos” might be trying to replace humans with machines…built by the same dumb humans), after you caused so much harm with it? I suppose there has to be a form of atonement that forgives you…at some point. Anyone who has found this sort of forgiveness is free to share their experience; maybe I can learn from it…rather than dismiss you as the follower of some twisted cult or delusional practice.

[I wrote more on this subject but felt it was never going to end.  I could rant all day and night.  But, it’s pointless if no one reads/hears me and responds.  So, if you find this and REALLY want to discuss it further…send me a letter or leave an encouraging comment.  Maybe my thoughts will do something for you.]

18
May
23

Where Is “Somewhere Else?”

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Have you ever heard that old song that talks about being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or, is it the right place at the wrong time? It seems I am perpetually in a similar position, and someone feels obligated to let me know. It’s as if I am stuck in some sort of Alice-in-Wonderland story with countless characters steering me away from where I am or think I should be.

If I choose to pick up pencil/pen and paper and draw something, that’s nice…but could I draw somewhere else at some other time? This isn’t the time or place for that. And, so many wish I had a better place to use that talent, a talent which I think is less impressive on paper than it is in my mind and the minds of those who see what I create. [My true talent is in composition and in my imagination and possibility thinking, in getting people to visualize great opportunities and awe-inspiring concepts…when I believe in the concept, not to sell merchandise for someone else.]

Then there will be moments when I express an interest in or ability to draw/create something, and someone will get excited and want me to do that and more…until I start and hear them or someone else tell me, again, it’s the wrong place and time for creating. And then there are other moments when I resist or refuse to draw/create and someone will say, “Didn’t you say you’re an artist? Why aren’t you using that talent?”

If I choose to speak–about anything–at length, I soon enough hit a roadblock with someone and have to curb my words. Oh no; I’ve said too much. [Yes, I hear REM, too.] I said something inappropriate, even if I try to speak cautiously and respect the interests of those present. Look out; it’s the next detour which is sending me to Shutitville. I’ll see you some other time, maybe. Or, I should realize you and I will never see eye-to-eye and avoid future discussions (with you). [Some people you try so hard to communicate with that you fail to accept the possibility that not everyone will “click” with your way of thinking. Some connections you just have to avoid or accept as failures.]

If I try to make friends online, without first seeing someone’s face and physically shaking their hand, I’m weird and/or crazy. Certain games provide the means to connect with other players…and then, perhaps, post notices about privacy and avoiding certain subjects to protect them and everyone’s privacy…which makes the whole interactive aspect questionable. Are we so starved for social contact that we inject it into video/computer games only to wince and feel pain when it’s too much to bear? Why play dangerously?

All I know is that I see an opportunity to socialize without my usual face-to-face social anxiety, to meet and interact with people around the world, to put an internet tool to its best use, not its worst, and I’m classified as “wrong.” I don’t want to “quick chat” and leave it at that. I’m not using a handful of stickers to substitute human interaction. If you want to talk about what is wrong, it’s trying to put my typically busy, heavy brain’s thoughts into less than three words from a very limited selection of phrases/faces.

What if what I need to say doesn’t fit those words? How does one say “You suck” or “Let’s do this, again, sometime” with a wink and a tongue? Do you have any idea how infuriating it is to see others repeatedly rubber-stamp the same tired words/symbols on my screen and be unable to convey what is going through my mind?…to have a microphone but be unable to adequately use it?…to see food or some other useful object and be unable to use it? That is evil.

You cannot reconnect with someone another day just by sending a “friend invite” and potentially adding them to a list, especially if that person/list doesn’t seem to grasp how to use it or speak my language. Right now, I have a few friend lists which might as well be coated in cobwebs because more than half of the people on those lists don’t seem to know how to communicate nor send invitations to play…nor respond to my invitations. A few might not be legitimate players, meaning they are some sort of spying or hacking weeds sitting in my interactive space. And, for some reason, I cannot remove them? How did they even get on my list?

I need to get to know my teammates, if they are worth knowing, and have the chance to establish solid friendships. Otherwise, I’d rather just go back to the old games that require someone to sit next to me when sharing a game. But, if I am limited to teammates I can see and touch, I’d rather curl up in a ball and die. I cannot adequately negotiate with the people around me to find adequate teammates, which is why I sadly turn to the internet and search for companions.

[Sigh.] There is a whole world out there, with some feeling much the same way…and we cannot make those good connections? Surely, there are success stories…or, as people like to fuss and say the internet is a liar, are the stories fake news? Is there no true happiness? Is the whole of the internet just one sly slot or claw machine that teases you with a prize you cannot get?

I get the concern for online security/privacy/safety, which only exposes our weaknesses, our need for interaction and our fear of being hurt and/or robbed. But, then, I wonder why we bother making and maintaining an internet, at all. Is it just one more scheme to get our money, time and energy?…to steal our souls?

Yet, so much is hinged upon the internet. If I want to see a doctor, I’m advised to get an online account with some app and link it to an email account, so I can receive all sorts of useful charts and sort out appointments. [Because using a printer or sharing a phone call is too much trouble? Isn’t that just putting more personal information online where anyone who can hack could tap into it?] If I’m going to go that far, why can’t I be phone or pen pals with the doctors (providers) I like and meet for lunch, sometime? Is that wrong?

If I want to get the instruction manual for some item I just purchased, it’s not in the box (anymore); but there is a tiny booklet that tells me, in seventeen languages, I can either scan a QR code or go directly to a listed website to find the information…maybe…if the link even works or the internet doesn’t glitch. Well, great. Maybe I will learn how to use this thing…or maybe I’ll wish I never shopped for anything.

Is it possible the internet was created to teach people a lesson about want?…to give them too much and eventually drive everyone who isn’t tech-smart away from it into the garden of the oblivious?

Is the internet any different from what happens when you apply for something offline only to get “third party” junk mail which agitates you to no end? Is the internet really any safer than your physical mailbox? You submit personal information like an address and/or phone number to get a chance to win or do something you want and get a bunch of stuff you don’t want which only adds to social conflict and landfills. You might even fill out a form for a legitimate and very personal need, like a doctor’s office, and some “third-party” business could get enough information to send you something you don’t want and sound like they know something you wish wasn’t public knowledge. So, instead of worrying about people you cannot see accessing your “personal data,” you’re bothered by countless businesses and jerks pestering you with a paper trail and sending you bills for things you didn’t buy.

Everything wants to be linked to an email account, which means you have to have some means of online/internet communication/interaction. You have to create an account to access something. And, those application portals don’t usually have opening and closing times. So…just about any time seems to be the right time to create an account.

But, it’s not the right time or place for me to speak or draw?

Whatever.

Am I wrong…here?

I’ve heard plenty of opinions from who may be “the wrong people.” But, what do you think, reader?

If you’re looking for me, I’ll just be standing over there. That’s me, in the corner, losing my…mind. [I can’t say I’m losing my religion because I’m still sorting out that bit.]

03
Jan
23

Help Me Shed the Curse of My Family

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If someone has a recipe for breaking the hex on my family, I’m all ears…er, eyes…because the not-so-lemony-series of unfortunate events is getting nuts.

I’m not sure when it started, the persistent, echoing discontent, the ebb and flow of uneasy silent treatment and loud clashing. But, before I made a horrible high-school decision, I was content doing things with family, even if we didn’t exactly agree on anything, even if I had to be a quiet little good boy in the backseat, going along for the ride more often than I was ever able to make any decisions. [That was so long ago, now.]

I just know it was after high school when things really started to go south with my family. Feuds that last for almost a decade. The clashes my parents used to have (during high school, which forced me to turn up the radio or TV to block them out as best as I could) escalated to sufficient evidence for just about anyone to assume divorce was inevitable…IF my parents ever let their ugly sides show outside the privacy of their own home…which they never seem to do. [Anyone who meets my parents seems hypnotized by their looks and charms and assumes they are quite fortunate…or that is just how they talk, trying to sound nice when they think something else. So…everyone lies the same way?]

But, what’s really getting to me, right now, is how holidays are ruined by (at least) one family member doing something really stupid. I mean…most of my family can’t go through a holiday (season) without irking me with something. But, there seems to be just one person, no one in particular, just a randomly chosen “imp,” who decides to start something which is not holiday-friendly, inappropriate and unsettling.

Am I wrong to get upset? I certainly don’t want to blow a fuse. But, this “imp” does what they do…and I react…and then the whole family is upset with me (and I’m upset with them). It’s as if some little monster just has to spoil the party and leave me disturbed as if they just doused me with urine or feces.

It’s not coincidence. And, it certainly seems more ominous when you consider other incidents that occur…like household windows snapping, cracking as if exposed to intense heat and cold. Oh, it’s just lousy luck…bad weather. No it’s not! Those windows were recently replaced, professionally installed with the assurance this sort of thing wouldn’t happen. They boast weather-resistent window installation. This isn’t the first time those windows have snapped. There is a presence!

So…

If you have any ancient family rituals or potions you want to share, I’m listening.

30
Nov
22

When Is Talking with Your Hands Okay?

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I’m noticing people on TV, particularly the sports commentators for American football and the World Cup (at the moment), doing quite a bit of talking with their hands. You know what I mean? They cannot stand still and just voice their thoughts. They have to wave and swing their arms about as they speak loudly to the lights and cameras. …But, why?

I keep drifting back to things I’ve heard in the past.

When I was a kid, there was always some rule about when to speak, how to sit, stand, etc. And, more often than not, I was always in the wrong. Someone had to remind me. Someone had to put it to rhyme or in a “cleverly” coded PSA (public service announcement, like those ads for not smoking, not littering, drunk driving, etc.).

As an adult, “entering the workforce,” I was then told to “quiet” myself in interviews and whenever speaking with higher authorities. Don’t move any part of the body, maintain eye contact and speak with confidence. [As if.]

Why is it now seem okay if not encouraged for people on TV to talk with their bodies, especially their forearms? Why are people on camera so “loud?”

Some would say…what else are they going to do with themselves? They’re on camera. They have to be doing something…or they’d look stiff, just talking.

Others, with some knowledge of astrology, might wonder, like I do, if those people aren’t “Gemini-rising” types. I’ve read/heard a Gemini rising sign makes you want to talk with your hands (as well as act/be a performer). [I happen to have that rising sign. I cannot admit to being a very avid “hand talker.” But, yes, occasionally, my hands leap up when I talk…and it makes me very uncomfortable in job-interview situations. Are my hands talking? Am I being too “loud” or quiet? Bah!]

So, what is it, really? Tell me, ye who talks with your hands. Why do you do it? I must know. I must understand why some can be so “loud” with their hands and bodies when so many others have pressured me to “quiet” myself.

29
Nov
21

My Response to Husband with low self-esteem lashes out, from Ask Carolyn (Hax)

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Response to Hard Conversations, wife of…

Original column titled: Husband with low self-esteem lashes out (under Ask Carolyn <Hax>)

HC says her husband and father of a 1-year-old child cannot take criticism, or, rather, suggestions for correcting behavior, correcting potential mistakes and improving results. He becomes emotional–translation: hostile, aggressive, bitter, resentful–when corrected or given what sounds like a complaint. She feels awful after he lashes out at her and wishes she had a solution to get past his defensive (and offensive) reactions.

Carolyn Hax cuts the woman off at the pass with the simplest, most over-used tidbit of advice; she tells the woman to get two therapists, one for herself and one for the couple, and takes up more than twice the amount of space used by the seeker of her advice to, ironically, give the essential details one would likely receive at such therapy sessions. She also confronts the possibility that the seeker might have left out key information or falsified the situation.

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If you have read similar rants about professional therapy (from me) in the past, I apologize for repeating myself. I am, regrettably, weak to certain provocation. If you are familiar with my thoughts on the matter, feel free to skip down to the actual response letter. It’s down the hall…a rather long hall…on the left…somewhere. I know, there may be some dust trails and litter along the way. You’ll get there, eventually. What precedes that letter might just be a refreshed version of old, stewing feelings…or an eye-opener for some folks. Hopefully, what is a rather long stream of content will help you who read this feel more…er, content. [Ha.]

If I have not made myself abundantly clear on this matter, elsewhere, I DO NOT AGREE WITH THE PRESCRIPTION FOR “PROFESSIONAL” THERAPY! And, damn, if this Hax doesn’t throw that card out on the table too often; which makes her whole advice column seem rather pointless.

The only reason I bother to write all of what I am about to say is because I hate people throwing around the suggestion as if it were a tissue you hand to someone who sneezes or has a drippy nose. It feels like the one making the suggestion is annoyed and unable to care; and it makes the recipient of the suggestion feel defective. If someone on the street told another person to get professional help, I’d probably butt in and object; that’s just how strongly I feel about the matter.

[The only justification one can make about Carolyn’s suggestion for professional therapy is that it’s difficult to properly assess and address just about any heavily emotional/mental situation in the space of a letter and/or advice column…which is why everything I feel the need to say below seems like an exhausting novel. Considering that, how can anyone put such a situation in an advice column and not write a more lengthy, thoughtful response (in an actual letter and start a more helpful chain of correspondence…which risks getting “personal”)? No one says you have to turn every letter into a publicized poster for mental health; no one says every letter received must be turned into a column/post. Hax didn’t include any hotlines or addresses to contact. Maybe her advice is (best) limited to smaller opinionated matters. But, then, wouldn’t it be an opinion column?]

You know what “professional psychology” is? The verbal and visual equivalent of modern oral medicine. It’s like a pill you take, hoping for a quick fix/cure of what ails you; but it’s not quick, not guaranteed to cure the problem and comes with side effects like having a stranger do the very thing your partner is doing which irks you.

Now, I understand the benefit of getting input from a third party, an outside source. Occasionally, a couple (lovers, friends or just family traveling together) can do this while out on a tourist-like trip/excursion. You might ask a stranger what they think of something and process that opinion. But, that’s about where the benefit ends.

If you are struggling with a relationship and turn to a professional therapist/psychologist…

Well, there are two possible outcomes.

1) You take your advice literally and do as the therapist says. Now, your relationship is in the hands of this person who knows only as much as you tell them. It’s like you hand your TV over to the remote control and let it decide what you watch or if you watch anything.

If things don’t work out, you go back to the therapist and hope he or she has an explanation…which they may have, requiring additional time and plenty of money to afford. You could spend the rest of your life trying to do the relationship the right way, the therapist’s way. Or, you might wish to blame the therapist when your relationship is ruined beyond repair.

[You might do just as well reading a textbook on relationships, a sacred guide to the secrets of happiness as told by someone who claims to be a “bestseller” and trusted by everyone who gets a blurb near the glossy cover.]

2) You resist taking the advice given. Thus, you reduce your time with the therapist to an expensive second opinion on what you two already share. You return home and maybe argue about how you both perceive the advice given, occasionally questioning why you paid to see a psychologist, at all.

Also, by going to a “professional,” you are exposing your relationship–to some degree–to a stranger, someone who hasn’t earned your trust but is given trust. Unlike someone you already know who has earned some trust to have the right to hear thoughts from the heart, this person only has a license to listen and respond from either a textbook or a limited vocabulary as taught by whoever gave them the license.

[That last bit may be a colored opinion on my part. But, there is likely a reason why the help you get seems like it’s from a textbook; it’s because the professional doesn’t want to color their advice with personal feelings, which is rather difficult to do, being a relatively normal human being, if they are one. Becoming emotionally involved wouldn’t be “professional.” Yet, even priests occasionally are found guilty of breaking their vows. They’re all human.]

[True; when your head isn’t weighed down with emotion, you look at matters more “objectively.” If you take a step back from what scares you, you might be able to discover it’s not so scary. But, talking with someone who refuses to show emotion can truly become annoying and make you feel like you’re talking to a wall, too, especially if you feel they don’t truly understand your situation. Don’t you feel better when a trusted friend shares your feelings or, at least, has that magical way of improving your mood? Yet, while a friend can make us feel better, they might not resolve the problem. At least, you know and trust the person (with your feelings and certain aspects of your life) to some degree; right? They’ve earned that much. And, they don’t restrict you to a schedule for contact, though you might want to show some respect and not badger them at a bad time.]

If you can trust a stranger with all of your “baggage” in hopes of them setting you on a better path than the one you already travel, what difference is there between that stranger and the one you claim to be your “one-and-only,” other than, maybe, an obvious sexual attraction? [That is…if your psychologist isn’t one of the more attractive ones.]

[Of course, there is the third, seemingly ideal possiblity that you actually find a decent psychologist who not only inspires positive change (improvement) but earns the respect of the client(s) who would love to invite that person to dinner or some other holiday function (if the therapist was so free to socialize and not bound by some legal restriction). But, I don’t subscribe to that hope. Prove me wrong. And, there is a fourth possibility which I won’t go into because it’s just a fantasy of mine.]

[In a real crisis, when you have no one else to consult (family, friends, etc.), a good professional psychologist might provide you with other resources, places you can go and people you can contact to help with “legal matters” (because their authority is very limited, not unlike police from a particular town or district respecting certain jurisdiction). For example, if you need help caring for the child your partner refuses to handle properly, your psychologist might have an address or phone number you could use. You might get a suggestion for group therapy, which can be helpful because you get to hear from others in similar situations and compare notes; you might even make a friend or two if that’s allowed. It wasn’t (allowed) when I was in a group; or, rather, obstacles were injected to make connecting with my “peers” difficult (because you are in a group of potentially unstable people and no one wants to be responsible for causing or allowing any, er, “explosions”). They could also refer you to someone licensed, if they are not a psychiatrist, to prescribe thought-altering drugs; but I don’t recommend that route.]

Relationships are not textbook math problems. You don’t look up the formula or equation for calculating area or diameter and then feel relieved. Sure, certain matters may be broken down in a systematic way to generalize a possible solution. More likely, the situation will be given textbook terms for the reactions and methods of avoiding or correcting them. It’s like realizing your car has an oil leak but not knowing the professional term for that leak; and, suddenly, you are educated.

But, everyone has their personal reasons or stimuli for behaving their own way. And, it’s very possible that by not addressing those personal reasons, that personal history which causes emotional reactions, you make matters worse. Not unlike taking a pill or injection which works on A and/or B, as calculated, but causes C because it doesn’t have the intelligence to see past D and runs into a hazardous self-defense system. Just as one person cannot hack every computer system, one medicine cannot hack every human being’s genetic code.

[There are certain ailments that seem capable of being treated the same way for everyone as if they are basic human functions. The old “starve and feed” theory is one that seems to work. There are not a dozen ways to treat hypothermia or frostbite; you’ve suffered from extreme exposure to cold and need to build up warmth in the body to heal. Yet, hiccups remain one of those mysteries that require special, unique attention to unravel for each person.]

AND, ON TOP OF THAT, if the woman does as Hax prescribes, by getting a separate psychologist for herself, you light a fuse that could set of a whole powder keg of misery and painful quarreling. Why? Because the woman will come back from speaking with this “stranger” and elicit all that she was advised to say and do. The defensive husband will question and deflect this as if his wife just came back from having an affair/date with someone new. Who is this other person to say what should be done? And, why are you spending so much time seeing them, now? Why should I listen to what this un-trusted person is saying and accept two people, including the one closest to my heart, opposing me?

Separating the couple and putting matters of the shared heart in the hands of a “professional” is not the answer. Not unless both members of this union agree to trusting that professional. But, how likely is that? If both individuals surrender to following a psychologist’s advice, they’d have to be somewhat emotionally balanced and mature, as well as humble. And, according to this letter I’m reading, only one half of the couple seems open to the possibility; the other is likely to object and cause more upheaval.

[If, at any time, one or both members of the couple, who have agreed to trust a “professional,” question or doubt the advice/input of their therapist, there should be a meeting of minds to discuss this concern (away from the therapist’s office in a safe, intimate space).]

The man is probably bruised already from others, most likely family/parents, who did not properly balance and support him. If his parents are like mine, they may have boosted his esteem one day and then yanked it out from under him the next. One day, you’re a really smart kid; the next you can’t do anything right and have to have someone show you how it’s done…over and over again until you feel you cannot be trusted with any task nor support yourself. But, bottom line, you’re never smart or right. Those are just words thrown around by people who want things a certain way and are occasionally entertained by your own unique behavior.

[Another possibility, if his behavior is all an act–which is really tough for me to say, considering some personal opposition I’ve had to face–is that he was given a childhood of “privilege,” free to indulge himself with an abundance of resources and became lazy enough to dismiss any prodding for more effort. He might be that rich kid who never had to lift a finger and merely collects an inheritance from his wealthy family. I once knew a classmate who boasted his wealthy father “bought” the school, allowing him to be as disrespectful and destructive as he pleased. If this husband was of that sort, then just about everything I am saying seems rather useless. But, I see nothing to certify that possibility.]

This is like growing a maple tree on sandy ground or bamboo on rocky, dry ground; there’s nothing to provide solid roots. The foundation is weak, flawed, just like the output of the “tree” who received his/her fair share of compliments and too many complaints.

The solution is not trying to please you or anyone else; he has to see “improvement” as something he can and will willingly do (himself). He CAN improve the situation; he is able, not impaired. He just needs a good reason to take action. And, not likely one more authoritative threat or familiar situation that he suspects will result in more tongue-lashing.

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Dear Hard Conversations,

You seem like a reasonably sympathetic person who is not on the edge of a cliff, ready to bail on the relationship, as some spouses are, wondering if they married the wrong person. You seem to have the endurance to stay true to your partner and face the storm. And, you do not seem to be in a victimized position, someone taking far too much emotional/physical abuse to stand up for herself.

The problem here is voicing the situation instead of presenting it visually and effectively. Words, though often necessary and helpful, are triggering a negative, unpleasant response. If words cannot put out the fire, if you cannot find the right combination of words to crack your partner’s bitter, lackluster and/or self-destructive safe, try something else. If you need to have a conversation, you may have to earn it or present a mutually favorable offer to start one. And, you may–likely–need to find a trustworthy babysitter while having that talk.

Your situation is neither rare nor special enough to require professional therapy. However, what I am about to unload upon you may indeed sound like professional advice (and that genuinely scares me a little). You two are not a lost cause; if you were, you could skip therapy and go straight to discussing divorce.** But, your husband is either a poorly raised child (who might use manipulation to be left to his devices) or someone deeply weakened and wounded by previous “correction.”

**If your partner refuses to be a better father to his (and your) child, regardless of his self-esteem, you may be at risk of manipulation, as Carolyn suggests, and unable to resolve the matter, whether or not you seek outside help. If he won’t contribute sufficiently, the only likely result is divorce (and all the complexities that come with it). If you, his chosen loving partner, cannot reason with him, why should a “professional” have any better impact?

If he is the former, the problem is a chain reaction running its course through family history. Most likely, his parents were unhappy with the TLC they received from their parents, his grandparents, and so on through history until you reach the root of the problem…and this lack was passed onto him. You’ll likely hear some version of “Well, MY parents never (did ___) for ME! Why should you/our child be any different?” It’s an on-going excuse of/for poor support. Your husband refuses to do more because he was given so little; either he lacks the “know-how” because he was never “taught” or he cannot initiate the improved action/behavior because he hasn’t had sufficient reason and experience to do more than what comes easily. In the family’s past, the matter was not resolved, and the results continue to amass/spiral. The best you may be able to do, in this case, is present a better situation than what he previously had. By being a better example, hopefully, he can improve (himself). If he has any heart left, he should respond in kind, seeing you give so much effort to the family and your intimate relationship (with him).

And, if he is the latter, you must engage him carefully to avoid the mousetrap response. Also, if you come to him with words LIKE “I would like…,” you put yourself in a weaker position prone to backlash; you enter the tiger’s cage with your hands shaking as they hold the chair in front of you. [The savage beast can smell your fear.] You need to be more assertive to have any chance of getting your way and not hurt. Yet, if you sound like a tough boss or mean parent, you may achieve nothing, anyway.

[For the moment, I will set aside the matter of your husband’s “low self-esteem.”

And, before I say anything further, I should express the need to know your partner. Any advice anyone can give can only be as good as the knowledge the advisor has of your situation and partner. Just as an online search engine can only direct you to what you seek as well as you feed it information, and many online sources use things like “cookies” to control and contort your interests/pursuits. Those family-tree websites cannot magically produce information if you don’t supply any, first; some might only be as good as online encyclopedias which depend upon visitors to supply content. Anything I may say here is no good if it does not correspond with the particular needs and interests of your partner. For example, if he has no interest, whatsoever, in fashion, in what you wear, then a bit of what’s ahead will be utterly pointless.

I only choose to speak up about your situation because I, too, struggle with low self-esteem (and the prospects of parenting) and may have some insight on the matter.

With all of that in mind, please, continue.]

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CONCERN #1: IMPROVING YOUR PARTNER’S CONTRIBUTION TO THE RELATIONSHIP, NAMELY CARING FOR YOUR CHILDREN

When addressing your defensive husband with “room for improvement,” try to make your words more playful or casual rather than a spoonful of cough syrup. “You know, honey, this house is really mad, right now; I could sure use your help with ___. Could you ____?” [Not “I wish you would do more ___.” Or, “Why don’t you be more ___?” Or, “You could ___, which is better than what you’re doing, right now.” Although, that last one is the most assertive and less likely to leave you feeling wounded when he responds.]

And, express concern for your own well-being. If you don’t get more help with something, you will become a less pleasant partner. You will have less energy/stamina to do something with your partner, and that’s not good for the relationship. Sorry; you cannot do ___ for/with your partner, right now, because you are too tired or busy with something else concerning the immediate family (without coloring those expressions with a bitter attitude). By not (merely) pointing a finger–how ever delicate it may be–at some unfinished or less-than-you-like business and expecting improvement, you present medicine that benefits both members of the union, which might sound more satisfying than something only one half has to take because they are the problem.

In other words, as a visual stimulus, your husband should notice how his input affects your response/behavior. When he contributes insufficiently, you are “unable” to attend to some need or interest of his (because you used all that extra energy and time to deal with something he did not). You do not give him a “guilt trip,” “silent treatment” or some other variant of torture. But, you do make the problem more apparent, hopefully. Why are you unable to do something he wants/likes? Because he didn’t do his share (and you are excessively depleted/tired). Keep in mind, any activity you both enjoy should not be slighted in some manipulative way just to get your way; that’s definitely immature and causes you suffering, as well.

A simple choice of words and genuine feeling might also help. Simply saying “I need you!” [Not “I need you to ___.” That sounds like a boss or teacher giving an order.] And, if his response to this is unsatisfactory, then you two need to do something together to improve that response. You need to nurture the tree to get better fruit. [Wait. Did I, someone you don’t know, just tell you what you “need” to do? Like a parent or boss or professional therapist?]

[If your husband lacks the empathy to respond with kindness to your own visible suffering, then you have another, different matter to resolve.]

If expressing potential suffering isn’t sufficient, you might make it apparent. [But, this sounds a bit like a form of manipulation.] You let your spouse see the results of his lacking effort/contribution and make it clear you won’t be as nice to him as a result, not with words but with visuals. If he is not adequately tidying the home, let one central room become messy and let him see how that affects your mood or responses to him. Instead of confronting him like a boss or parent, you give him a situation to process which should convey “this is a problem I need to fix, somehow.” [However, understand a child is at the center of this situation; and any voluntary neglect could tragically impact his/her development, resulting in that child becoming the next generation of today’s difficulty.]

My (other) advice? Watch Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (as a couple, ideally). See how Belle must find the courage within herself to contend with someone who has been made savage and bitter by a curse that came with previous misguided behavior/interaction. See how the monster’s trusted housemates curb his hostile behavior to impress someone who has the courage to face him. Note how the savage beast is capable of change…with what is supposed to be unconditional, enduring love, though the ending is rather brief and vague, as most fairy tales seem to be. But, the message is there (sort of). It’s support and courage that tear down the defensive, frightful walls, turning the monster into a reasonably charming prince who knows how to dance.

CONCERN #2: PARTNER’S LOW SELF-ESTEEM

Now, back to the matter of low self-esteem. You say you give constant reassurance. But, if that does not sit well with him, it is likely he has heard plenty of flattering words, in his lifetime, without action to back them. The wound is so deep, any attempt to reassure him verbally results in a beastly response.

[I’ve received plenty of praise from authoritative figures who just as easily turn around and present complaints, which counter the praise and create sufficient confusion and distrust. Worse, the one who offers praise takes action to make what was praised seem pointless, worthless. Why did they change what was said to be sufficient or great? This is another form of mousetrap (like the one you find yourself in when you try to reassure and draw out more effort from your husband). The “cheese” is a deception to him; he might be good today but is sure to be told he is bad tomorrow. And, rather than go through the process of explaining why, he responds bitterly.]

Thus, you cannot merely TELL him he is good. You need to prove it. What good comes of what he does? Do you respond more affectionately? Do others make more generous offers when he makes a certain effort (versus when he does little or nothing)? And, what good comes of his effort must be enduring; it has to last to earn his trust and faith. If anything alters his belief in the good he has done, he will revert to his miserable ways.

Avoid complimenting him, before or after providing evidence. [Do not say, “See? You did great.” Or, “You’re good at this!”] He likely doesn’t want to feel like a handicapped person in a wheelchair being told he can walk if he only gets out of that chair. But, if you give him a visually positive response to something he does well (including taking proper care of himself), he will hopefully flip a switch in his brain and accept the “compliment.” A memorable smile or kind offering of a favored snack/treat can make a decent impression, can convey the proper message. [Though, you should be mindful of this rewarded-behavior system and avoid using the same reward for every instance; he might expect (a/the same) treat, like a child or pet, every time he does something. And, if he doesn’t get it, he could return to his previous unpleasant behavior.]

Wear some outfit he likes (responds well to) to let him know you are pleased with something he did. And, flip that if you are unhappy; wear something you know he doesn’t like. If he says something, express your discontent and make it clear you dressed that way for that reason and wish to have a more serious talk with him about whatever is the problem.

[But, you say trying to have any talk is a hazard/challenge. And, if we listen to advice from certain columnists, the only alternative is professional, outside input. Yet, if YOUR talk, as the loving partner, isn’t sufficient, no matter how you try, is any other talk going to make a difference? Am I wasting my own time and energy trying to voice and instill some positive change?]

If you approve of something, show him how. If he is down on himself about his appearance, either ignore the complaint or try joking about his horrible face will scare away the villagers, try a touch of humor and see if that doesn’t improve his mood. And, if it fails, be prepared to comfort him.

[That’s about the best I can offer on that matter. Other than this, you must let him naturally find a better outlook rather than push him toward self-approval; let him see his concerns are faulty and maybe, occasionally, point out how no one expressed displeasure with his presentation. You don’t need to need to slap a verbal or emotional bandage on his self-deprecating behavior. But, if you cannot tolerate his miserable state, do something to improve it. What activity can you two share to take his mind off what troubles only him? And, where might you two go where he won’t feel so bad about himself?]

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Permit me to pause and ask a vital question. Was his self-esteem as low when you agreed to marry? Often enough, something is amiss before there is even an agreement to get married. Or, something changes the moment a child enters the situation; rather than expressing concern for being able to be a good parent or leaving you as a single parent, he withdraws into a state of self-loathing and insufficient action. Did you think you could “change him?”

Did he change shortly after having a child? If the answer is “yes,” then you have your answer…or, AN answer. He is not prepared to be a more adequate father. He is not happy with being given that responsibility. And, likely, his response is to do little or nothing and hope you will cover everything….which, eventually, is sure to ruin the relationship, whether he sees it or not. The therapy needed here is not concern for the marriage; it’s about feeling fit to parent. And, part of that comes from what happened between you two in the process of having a child. Too often, children are born hastily, without adequate preparation (and conversation). [I could write a whole other “novel” about what and why people do in the “heat of the moment.”]

I, myself, am not a parent and cannot adequately convey more from that position. I can only express how unfit I would feel, presently, if I was a parent because I admit my parents were not likely fit to be my parents (nor the parents of my siblings). And, I am fairly aware of certain in-laws having unfit parents, parents who did not “raise them right,” because I see how they act as parents and how the children respond.

Perhaps, instead of addressing the quality of his contributions and/or self-care, address the matter of raising/caring for your children. DOES he feel unfit to be a good/better father, and, if so, why? [Asking why is better or more to-the-point than telling him his contribution is insufficient, offering false praise and/or allowing him to wallow in self-pity.] What can you two do to improve that outlook and his contribution? What does he expect to happen if nothing improves? Although, that last question might instill fear and/or more resentment.

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If this is not enough, consult someone you both know and trust, if that person exists. [Which, these days, seems less and less likely…and rather sad.]

And, if that’s not possible, agree upon a professional to consult for ADVICE, not expecting a solution or set of directions but some insight which might alter your perspectives and allow you both to come to more agreeable terms of cooperation. [Do NOT see separate therapists or have only one spouse see a therapist “because they have a problem.”] And, give that trial of professional therapy a limit. If you do not improve the situation within an agreed upon amount of time, end the sessions; do not go on paying too much for something not helping.

Ultimately, if you cannot reason with your partner, and if action cannot speak as loudly or louder than words, you will have to part with him and figure out what becomes of any children you both have. Even if it feels like you are doing everything alone, you came into the relationship as an individual, and you may have to leave it as one. That may sound as frightening as being told you’re a new parent.

Now then…you can mail a check to me whenever you feel fit and able to do so. 😛

I rest my case (I think…which could change if I give this more of my time and thought). But, my mailbox remains open.

08
Sep
21

Join the Cancel Culture Club!

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Have you heard? It’s the latest hip thing to groove your generation. And, if you’re down with sacking the kings of mountains (or queens of the Stone Age), you’ll be top of the crap heap or just another brick in the wall in no time.

It’s the Cancel Culture Club! And, unlike the Culture Club of the 1980s, this one is headed by Chief Boi R and D; that’s Research of online history and Development of public scandal. Ain’t it cool? Ain’t it cool to be nosy and rat on rolling stones?

Don’t know what I’m sayin’? Well, catch this, faze-ing beach bois and manly valley girls.

“This ain’t a scene; it’s a god-damned arms race.” ~Fall Out Boy

“It’s interesting when people die; give us dirty laundry.

Dirty little secrets; dirty little lies.
We got our pretty little fingers in everybody’s pie.
We like to cut you down to size.
We love dirty laundry.” ~Don Henley

Someone says or writes something etched on a tiny piece of internet territory. Celebrities are practically encouraged to rant as an alternative to professional therapy; anything to stay famous if the price is right. Maybe no one says anything, in response. Maybe they do, but it gets swept under a rug.

You know how it is. You blog, and, if you’re lucky, some rare soul leaves a comment. Or, you pour your furious heart out on the screen, and all you get is dead silence and shady “follows” from people who might just be covers for secretive, spy-like organizations or websites looking to make a dime off you (possibly by involving your internet space in a scam). [I’ve looked into a few “followers” and found empty spaces and a few 404s. Surprisingly, not that many 420s. They seem to be swarming to arenas like Rocket League.]

Years roll by, and the thought just sits there, collecting cyber-dust. Then, out of the blue, someone pulls the pin on a tabloid grenade and blows up your claim to fame or just a sustainable lifestyle. Boom. Down goes your career and all you cherish. You’re public enemy number one and will be joined on the firing line by a dozen other similar saps wishing they were in a witness-protection program.

[So much for The Great Escape, Boys Love Girls.]

Welcome to the Cancel Culture Club, where the drinks are free but the price of admission will take you by surprise. You don’t get drunk here. You get SUNK…as in cement boots of shame and a cold farewell.

What? You thought it was just an innocent explosion of your temper? You were under pressure and venting steam? Oh, I understand. But, the trending majority do not and are too eager to pull the trigger that ends your comfortable life.

Sure. Some unpleasant crimes hidden away in a deceptive past may finally see justice served. [If you were raped at a younger age or drugged on a date, you have every right to shed light on the monster.] But, just as likely, the white paint will go too far and wipe out some colorful characters who merely cast a brief shadow on the immaculate world so many wish was their utopia. There seems to be no such thing as a small crime or little slip, anymore. The oppressed are rising up like The Planet of the Apes and taking down anyone who gets in their mad way, big fish or small fry.

[My skills at getting the dirt on people could use some honing. It’s no good to kick up a fuss without sufficient evidence. And, back when I was in school, there was no internet, just tiny bits of film you could magnify in a library, clippings of old news articles and whatnot. I suppose it could cause the same scandal if you put in the effort to research, but you’d have to buy air time on TV versus taking the convenient YouTube/Vimeo route you have today.]

Well, wake up mouseketeers. If you get sucked into the dark pleasure of tattling, it’s only a matter of time before we all go down in flames. You think you’re innocent, now. But, you just try to paint yourself as the next Mother Theresa. Good luck. The writing is on the movie screen.

Now, I’m not saying we should all throw away our conscience and/or morals, if we have any left. I’m not giving everyone a license to be rude (all of the time). But, I understand how events can boil and cause some otherwise innocent souls to be bent to the side of darkness.

Right now, you might not have an axe to grind. Tomorrow, someone does something to threaten your pleasant outlook on life, and you feel the burning prod of revenge. If you lash out, your action might be justified. [Well, maybe not in this present age of turning every little thing into a crime.] You’re only truly a monster if you make a habit of it and take pleasure in your torture. A one-time rapist can still atone. A serial or habitual rapist needs more help (and maybe some jail time).

[Then again, Cain only had one brother and put an end to that rather quickly. I guess there wasn’t much room for atonement there…unless he started a Big Brother organization for counseling troubled youths with annoying siblings. Ha. Can you imagine? The guy who murders his own brother managing a company that counsels youths lacking proper emotional support and discipline.]

Maybe, as a kid, you stole something from someone or a store, just because you couldn’t resist the desire to have one of your own. If you were still a good little kid, you might have returned what you stole (and golden if you apologized). Even if you kept the stolen good(s), as long as you don’t take up a life of crime, you can, at least, seek forgiveness, even if the victim doesn’t forgive you. You can redeem yourself.

Cripes; even Luke Skywalker wasn’t a whiney bitch all of the time. He had his light and dark force moments, like his father before him. Did he join the Sith? Nope. He turned his semi-robotic life around and shed some light on the universe. Just imagine if he’d been cast out of the rebel alliance or struck down faster than that prune-faced emperor guy. Your box set would probably be a fraction of the size it is now. [I think I heard a stand-up comic recite this bit, once.]

Let karma (or a higher power) sort the criminals from the innocent (if you can’t trust the police or government). Don’t be the internet troll unless you want to abolish free speech, forgiveness, atonement and privacy, along with your long list of tiny crimes. Be the internet muse or the internet counselor. No one needs a troll. [Sorry, actual trolls who might just be nice creatures living under bridges. I’m just…I-I should come up with a better term for the type.]

As The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus says…

“A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect.
Every action in this world will bear a consequence.
If you wade around forever, you will surely drown.
I see what’s going down.”

So, either mind every little thing you say and do in life (because someone seems to be watching and privacy just might be endangered) or take your chances and pray you don’t take the fall. Eventually, even the rats get eaten, when there’s nothing else left to call food or target practice.

Thanks, Internet. You’re the bad gift that just keeps giving, like “smartphones,” your ugly cousins who suck the enjoyment out of every live experience because they can’t stop filming and scrolling. Like Jurassic Park, you were the dream of a man seeking a free circus, and you spare no expense. You let us in and made us feel fairly comfortable with all of the ice cream and toys before the dinosaurs broke out of their cages and started tearing us all apart.

If you’re looking for me, I’ll just be sneaking around the heaps of ankylosaur feces, peeing in can of shaving cream. You know, ankylosaurs, the dinosaurs who knows how to CLUB.

I won’t likely be joining. I’ve never been a good “joiner” (or reader). Knowing me, I’ll be too blind to see the hammer coming. But, I’m not that blind, yet. And, I’m just too cynical and bitter at my age to shut my mouth. ‘Doesn’t make me a fill-in-the-blank-ist. I’m not a mobster; I typically operate solo. If I hurt anyone, they probably had it coming and ignored the warnings.

Party on, rebels.

08
Dec
14

One Person’s Quirk Is Okay with Another

I like to think of myself as a multifaceted therapist. I’m a great back massage giver. I call them magic fingers. I haven’t done much with it, but I consider myself a decent art therapist (using art exercises to help people work through their “mental clutter”). And, I’ve been a decent listener most of my life without collecting $75-250 an hour for my time and saying very little.

But, here I am catching a few minutes of one goofy talk show in a million and hearing these “professionals” tell people with quirks that bother them that they should get help…and all I want to say is, “I don’t mind that quirk. I think it’s kinda cute. It’s unique and refreshing.”

And, isn’t that okay? Aren’t our quirks okay? Or, is every little odd/unique thing we do automatically a reason to sound the therapist/nut house alarm?

Warning: I’m about to rant. So, if you suffer from a “short attention span,” you may want to skip down past the partitioned section to the wrap-up.

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That’s ridiculous! It’s a quirk. It was probably caused by conditioning from exposure to some particular behavior from other people…whether that’s family, classmates or coworkers. And, all it takes to get out of that “kink” is to adjust yourself to someone new who makes you more comfortable. Until then, any conditioning therapy is going to be like slapping a smoker on the wrist to make them quit. You might force change, but will that make you feel better or just break the habit? Will you feel good about changing yourself or just comply with one more reprimand from peers? Is peer pressure a prescription for costly therapy and/or hazardous medication?

If you ask a “professional” outside the office, I am sure they’d love to set you up with a session schedule if they are starved for clients. But, once you get in that office, if they tell you your quirk is just part of you that you need to accept, what are you paying them for? And, if they recommend treatment or pills, what are you doing in that crazy person’s office??

A “professional” cannot replace family and friends the person really needs who will likely know more about the person rather than have them have to dig up aaaaall the history anew for some total stranger collecting a steep hourly fee. And, if you add up all the hours it would take to go through all that family history to get the “professional” up to speed, how much do you suspect that would cost?

Have you ever heard these expressions?

If it isn’t broken, don’t fix it.

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

I am so sick and tired of what some consider a weakness or strange being sufficient reason for telling someone to “get help.” It’s bad enough kids get bullied in school for having a big head or small frame or a lack of a good role model/sport coach or extra body fat.

Well, guess what.

I suffer from poor self-confidence.

I grew up with a small frame and a big head for which I was frequently pestered.

I was bullied.

I had a fifth grade teacher who couldn’t stop clearing her throat; so I started doing it reflexively, and it took a whole year to break the habit. These things happen. The same way we pick up and lose accents when we live among different cultures.

I have lost some hair in places, and it makes me uncomfortable.

I wear eyeglasses, and they make me feel crippled; but I cannot see myself ever using contact lenses without infecting my eyes because my hands are too busy to be that clean when needed.

And, ya know what else?

If you’re kinda quiet, shy or humble (not as bold, confident and daring as the people around you), that’s just fine. I won’t mind.

If you feel the need to pick your nose, you’re human. Just do it when I am not looking and clean those fingers, after.

If you burp for whatever reason, an “Excuse me” is wonderful. But, I won’t think you rude or weird if you forget.

If you wear two different socks, is that such a big deal?

[I think I’ve said some of these before. And, it wouldn’t surprise me if you found them among older posts (like the “looking for love and happiness” ones where I state my “dating preferences”). There are habits I don’t like, including some people who talk incessantly without conscience as if they can’t tell when someone isn’t genuinely listening to them…yet they keep talking even as I walk away. But, if I wasn’t quirk tolerant, I don’t think I’d find someone like Zooey Deschanel appealing, at all.]

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If you have a quirk, some habit that is unusual to others, it doesn’t mean you are mentally ill or unworthy of someone’s affection/attention. It may be annoying to some, but I’d prefer not to think it bothers EVERYONE. And, if your chosen spouse or mate happens to be bothered by it, maybe you’re hanging with the wrong tree. Ya know?

Every piece of the big picture puzzle fits somewhere. It just may be more difficult to find their place for some (myself included). It doesn’t mean we cut off our “bumps” to fit better. But, if YOU don’t like some aspect of yourself, it’s your call to change/fix it.

[Gosh, I get worked up when “professionals” turn nature into costly experiments.]




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