Posts Tagged ‘conditioning

14
Dec
22

Response to When All the Signs Say It’s Over… Ask Carolyn (Hax)

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Ask Carolyn (Hax) column originally titled “When all the signs say it’s over, why even snoop for proof?”

There are two letters to this column. The first is given an unfairly hasty response and prods me to add my own thoughts. The second receives an exceptional response; I cannot complain and–shocker–compliment Carolyn’s philosophy (in this instance).

This particular “Anonymous” is one half of a touchy relationship in which an STD and infidelity may be kept a secret (by the other half). The half in doubt wants to check the other half’s phone to confirm their suspicion…at the risk of triggering the other half’s dangerous temper and committing an unforgivable crime of violating privacy. Without this confirmation, the doubting half feels they are risking their life with someone they have yet to fully trust (or who has given sufficient reason to break that trust).

Carolyn cuts the chase to a fairly simple one-sided decision: leave the relationship, now. The doubt and concern for triggering a dangerous temper is enough to bail and put this person behind you.

I have a similar plan in mind but not one so final.

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Anonymous (lover who dreads STDs, tempers and infidelity), if you take Carolyn’s advice, you give in to your suspicion without confirmation and could spoil an otherwise valuable relationship. If you continue to react that way, you’ll likely cut more and more people out of your life based solely on a glimmer of doubt.

Let me ask–though I know I won’t likely see or hear the answer–do you genuinely love this person with a temper? Is that temper equally scary and strangely attractive because it gives that person passion, a drive to stand up and take command when needed? If you can answer yes to the second question, you have sufficient reason to stick with this hot head and work this out.

You know crossing the line will get you into trouble. You surely have also heard the expression about two wrongs not making a right. But, not crossing the line will not get the answer(s) you seek…UNLESS you open a door instead of shutting one. Or, open one while appearing to shut another.

So, here’s my alternative solution to your doubt/safety crisis. Honesty. Be honest with your partner. And, if you feel you’ve already tried that, lay down an ultimatum before you walk away.

Say, “I no longer feel safe in this relationship. And, since I cannot get the answers I need without upsetting you, I guess I have to leave.”

Now, you may sound like you are out the door, but you don’t have to go so quickly. And, you’re not crossing the line to get what you need for reassurance; you’re putting a little piece of cheese out to lure a rat. Wait for the response. If that response is…

A) Silence, be prepared to pack up and move on with life, as painful as that may be. This wasn’t the love you wanted. [And, yet, there is a chance that silence might dissolve into a humbling confession…so leave room for that.]

B) The unpleasant truth you expected, you have confirmation without committing a “crime.” Pack your things and your feelings and go.

C) A willingness–even if it comes with a hostile outburst–to let you look at the phone in question, there’s your chance to do the deed without inappropriate secrecy/violation. You’ve opened a door.

Yes, this is a bit of a touchy situation with no comforting way out of it. But, you don’t have to *assume* the worst, even if you think your gut instinct is alerting you to the truth. In such tense, emotionally-charged matters, it’s easy to let little dark influencers steer you wrong. It’s the same sort of temptation that drives some to infidelity. And, the fear of being open and honest is the stuff that keeps those little monsters active; it’s their food.

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I will just say a little something else about the second letter and response.

Finding Willpower, I am right there, with you, in a way. I may be in different physical (and maybe mental) shape, but I too know what people are saying is right (for all humans…which is a bit inaccurate…because each of us is a bit different) and cannot exactly get my brain to follow all of those recommendations. I know I COULD do a number of things to improve my health. But, I have no idea if those suggestions will work for me…especially, as Carolyn says, if I don’t find pleasure in them. If we are not happy making adjustments, those adjustments are just adding to our discomfort and likely to encourage actions that undo our healthy ambitions.

Carolyn gives a great suggestion about working (out) with friends…yet I wonder if you, like me, don’t lack in that regard. Perhaps a lack of adequate emotional support has led to your present situation. Some people are emotional eaters; others starve themselves or eat all the wrong foods when distressed. That’s as bad as sitting on a couch all day.

Doing what makes us happy certainly has its benefits…as long as we are wise enough to know not everything that makes us content/happy is healthy. Can we still be happy but cut back on (the portions of) sugar, fat, etc., without sacrificing taste?

One little detail that might have slipped Carolyn’s awareness…

You say “drink less.” Does that mean you might be indulging in alcoholic beverages (a tad much)? If so, you’re not hydrating your body; you’re dehydrating it…even though so many cultural people like to think wine and beer are fountains of youth from the gods. We all need to drink (liquids); and you surely hear those who push drinking more water. So, it’s not about drinking less…as much as it is about *what* you drink.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why someone “drinks too much.” Either it’s in your family’s DNA, it’s natural…and probably unhealthy, or it’s due to a lack of something elsewhere in your life, it’s your solution to unhappiness, your “fix.” Just as simple–though no more easy to achieve–is the solution. Find an alternative way to elate and comfort yourself. Find a healthier substitute. You might start by trying to trick your mind into accepting something like fruit juice as good as wine, taking out the alcohol and side effects (unless your particular makeup doesn’t respond well to certain fruit juices).

For many, especially those who are either serious extroverts or prodded to socialize by those extroverts, social drinking is a conditioned response that needs to be curbed/broken. I wish I had a clear-cut path to freedom, but I don’t. And, if I did, it probably wouldn’t sit well with everyone; it might sound like a health nut trying to tell you all fats, sugars and salts are bad. [And, that would be a lie; there are good fats, sugars and salts. Diet foods are a cruel joke; that’s the truth.]

Also, how you eat your food plays a big part. If you eat in a rush or while sitting or standing uncomfortably, you hinder digestion and can cause a number of other ailments. We need to digest in peace and comfort. So, be sure to mind where and how you enjoy your meals and snacks.

You could try giving yourself a carrot on a stick. Promise yourself a treat after getting some exercise. You can have a bowl of ice cream after you go out for a spring/summer hike. You could take a snack with you as a friend on your hike/walk and then find a quiet, relaxing place to enjoy that snack without upsetting your stomach. Now, you’re feeding your mind and body and getting exercise.

There is also the possibility that whatever you think your healthy body should be isn’t what nature intended.

[I still say Jennifer Hudson was just fine when she was “fat” and sounded better when she sang; I think she might have been pressured to look at herself negatively and fracture her self-esteem while obtaining a slimmer figure, which might appear healthier but may yet be unhappy. Why is Oprah Winfrey considered the iconic yo-yo dieter? Because she isn’t happy doing what others tell her is healthy; her attempts to stay trim are backfiring. And, personally, I think her seduction into celebrity status has turned her into a marketing tool, which isn’t allowing her to think clearly. She will sell you a diet plan but not give enough evidence to show she truly believes in it.]

You might be conditioned or pressured to change your ways when your current state is exactly what genetics gave you. And, if you fight that too hard, you could just as easily go over a cliff and die unhappily. So, be sure to check your family history and evaluate what is a comfortable level of adjustment for you. It just might help you take those “baby steps” toward improvement versus leaping into a fat-sucking operation.

[I guess I said more than a little something. Oh well. I still am surprisingly pleased with Carolyn’s response. But, have these ideas/suggestions, as well. And, good luck to a healthy makeover.]

30
Nov
22

Why I Still Do Not Enjoy Local News

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What may be referred to as “local news” programming is, at least for me, more often than not a huge waste of time as well as mental and emotional energy. Every year, the local news stations try their best to make themselves look like a vital, delightful part of your day…at the same time they put on very serious faces and “cover” everything that’s grim, gray and upsetting. They do it all…for you. And, if you get your news from any other station, how could you? Other stations don’t exist; just the one you are now watching. What do you mean there are other stations?

When I was a kid, the local news was “the adult world of information” and, at best, a chance to see some mildly amusing middle-aged men and some attractive women. Yes, even as a little boy, I was aware of attractive women. I also was quickly aware of how some of the men were quite nerdy, oddly shaped and otherwise unsettling.

As I…er, matured…I began to drift away from even looking at local news because the unpleasant feelings intensified. ‘Too much focus on sports, when I’m not a big sports fan/follower. Scandals popped up, turning “respectable” reporters and weather folks into suspicious characters you don’t want to meet in a dim club or restaurant. Crime reports and other scares multiplied. There were more unpleasant faces than uplifting and/or motivating stories, essentially telling me the world around me is less safe and happy than good. ‘No wonder I’m depressed and scared.

Within the past decade or two**, I became almost completely traumatized by the news. [That sounds like an awkward mouthful.] The main reason has been the absolute excess and dominance of gloomy stories and crime reports. I feel like I’m a rookie cop in one of the excessively produced cop TV shows put out almost annually. Cripes. Television is in the toilet, in terms of entertainment, with so many crime-driven, murder-mystery shows…then you lump on the local news, which is more of a police department meeting than an informative, useful slice of television time, taped together with a bombardment of self-promoting advertising, which is really, really obnoxious and egotistical (and really, really awkward for those reporters who are not photogenic and not comfortable on camera).

**Honestly, I cannot even be sure how far back the discomfort peaked.

In recent advertising, there has been an “awareness” and public notice for making the local news more positive and uplifting. But, as the saying goes, they’ve got a lot of work to do (to get there). It’s as if whoever is in charge cannot turn their square brains into something more rounded and favorable. You cannot turn a block of cheese into a diamond…not even a geode.

I wouldn’t even bother to write (and post) all of what I am saying…

But, my latest sampling (of the local news) just re-asserted my outlook. Sure; there were a few remotely interesting and thought-provoking tiny segments…tiny, tiny segments that you’d miss if you blinked or had the MUTE button on to block out the annoying stuff.

There was the bit about bowling frozen turkeys to raise money for one more “fight to beat a rare disease.” This came shortly before or after a repeated segment about pardoning turkeys and repeatedly mentioning who started the practice. Okay! We get it! It’s got Bush’s name on it! Enough already! Write him a check and shut up!

At a time when we’re hearing about rising costs, crazy-mob shopping scenes and concern for hunger, we’re bowling turkeys for charity. That goes a few steps above the stupidity of dropping perfectly good pumpkins from the top of a crane just to watch them smash in a parking lot.

There was also a brief, brief segment about peanut butter, particularly how a spoonful of peanut butter brings as much happiness as a hug. I don’t know about you, if you suffer from any sort of food allergies or have concerns about peanut butter…or maybe you’re just as sick of eating it as I am. But, I’ve never known peanut butter to be regarded as a super food for anything other than packing on weight/fat. Now, you’re going to tell people it’s as good as a hug.

How many sad, depressed, lonely fools are going to turn to jars of peanut butter for self-therapy and eat themselves to death? I don’t even want to ask Mr. Owl or Mr. Turtle for the answer to that one. And, forget those celebrity doctors who will say anything as long as someone puts cash in their pockets; that advice is laced with trendy deceit, much like those ads for prescription drugs that get the approval of “real doctors, not actors.”

[Yes. Let’s listen to a guy we don’t know, wearing a lab coat, rather than consult a trusted medical professional we’ve already spoken with and entrusted with medical records. Or, just as bad, take the advice of a commercial, go to our trusted professional and, as the ads suggest, ask them about the product, only to open up a lucrative and hazardous promotional opportunity (and lawsuit waiting to happen).]

Really, local news? A hug from your peanut-butter jar? Could you do a similar report on fried chicken and pepperoni pizzas injected with extra grease and fat, considering all the Papa Johns, KFC and Pizza Hut commercials that air around and late after your evening news reports, interlaced with your bombarding, self-promoting jingle-pounding ads? Let’s talk about how a greasy pizza, loaded with unhealthy stuff, is as good as sex or having a chat with a trusted friend. Oooh, my sexy, greasy friend, you’re so much better than my last attempt at a relationship. Three months later… ‘Death by pizza overdose in the obituaries.

[I’m well aware I could be exaggerating. Maybe one spoonful of peanut butter each day isn’t going to kill you. But, I personally am sick of peanut butter (except, maybe, when it’s combined with a fudge brownie, now and then…or the rare Reese’s candy treat). And, any suggestion for what may be considered emotional eating (therapy) is a dangerous road to advertise.]

I suppose, in its own way, television has been prodding me to ignore it like a stranger you meet on a street corner or bus stop, if you actually ride a bus or walk the streets (and are not so wealthy that you get carted around by private transportation or go straight from your car to your destination). It could have been a friend…or maybe it was a short-term friendly face I met. But, the friendship is gone. And, now, I need to move on and turn to some equally mindless scrolling, using various WiFi devices to supply the information I need to get through my day…and plenty I still do not need to hear, see or know…stuff other “hip” members of my family seem to think is more important to share than actually resolving problems within the family. Why? Because it came up on their “feed.” It was fed to them via F’book or some other venue/platform/whatever-you-want-to-call-the-electronic-cow.

My old friend, TV, is telling me–a somewhat cowardly, easily traumatized introvert who has global-travel aspirations–to get a life and do something else…though I’m not entirely certain what that something else should be…and I’m really sick of feeling like I have to do it on my own or just jump into a group dynamic and either play leader to people who cannot “click” with me or follow others who I don’t entirely find supportive and comforting. Prods to do volunteer/charity work, go back to school and even join the military are all trendy good intentions–like dieting after indulging in excessive consumption during the crazy winter holiday season–but not guaranteed to make life better.

Charities can be deceiving. Volunteering opens emotional doors to needs that no amount of service–without essentially adopting the afflicted–can satisfy; you’re putting in temp-work time and realizing you could do so much more if only you were related or responsible for the people you’re supposedly helping. And, sometimes charity and/or volunteering leads to people who are up to no good and cheating “the system.”

Military branches keep pitching how awesome it would be to put on a uniform and “serve your country.” Local news branches jump in with “support the troops” talk…and then slip in reports about PTSD cases on the rise and all sorts of tragedies which can usually be traced back to some military link.

I might as well go to Las Vegas, gamble all of my money away and get an STD from some loose person. [I’d say “woman,” but, lately, I’m not even sure that’s who I’d encounter; you don’t know, anymore, what gender or sexual preference someone really is (it seems)…until you know.]

Thanks, local news. I feel so much better…about how bright and colorful you can look before you completely turn my stomach and make me regret ever turning on the TV. Suddenly, living like other animals, amid nature, isn’t such a scary idea. But, that’ll never happen… [Instead, maybe, I’ll just settle for a peanut-butter hug. Hmm? Nope.]




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