I Wish the Monsters Would Stop

For the second night in a row, it happened. This time, I was standing in my kitchen consulting my Google Home on how long I could safely thaw raw meat at room temperature before bacteria began growing. The moment the shrill, public alert alarm broke through the locked screen of my smartphone as it sat in the living room, I felt my heart sink and my eyes shut involuntarily. Oh, no, I thought, and inched towards the living room as if through wet sand. Oh, no. Oh, no.

The Power of Perception

Last Sunday, while spending the day getting things done and taking time out for myself, I had the chance to talk to two family members on the phone.  While speaking to them (separately), I noticed an interesting difference in each of the exchanges.

Exchange #1

    • Family member 1:  So, how have you been?
    • Me:  Oh, you know.  Pretty good.  My back has been hurting a little today, but I think it’s cuz—
    • FM1:  Cuz you’re old?  [laughs]
    • Me [laughs]:  Yeah, with my grey hair and my bad knees and my bad back…
    • FM1 [suddenly exasperated]:  B, I was joking!  And you got all your grey hair from worrying too much.
    • Me [starting to feel a little annoyed]:  Well, I got the grey hair from Dad.  He went prematurely, too.
    • FM1:  No, you’re a worrywart.  You worry all the time.
    • Me:  ….
    • FM2:  …Anyway! How’s everything been?

Exchange #2

    • Family member 2:  Hey, B!  How’ve you been, sweetheart?
    • Me:  Oh, I’ve been good!  Just been running errands today, taking care of things.
    • FM2:  That is great.  Your father told me how beautiful your new house is.  Are you still kicking butt at that martial arts school of yours?
    • Me [a little embarrassed]:  Well, I’m actually taking a break from taekwondo, but I’m really looking into what my next big adventure will be.
    • FM3:  Well, just look at you!  Sweetheart, I’m so proud of you!  You’re just doing everything, and it’s all just coming up aces!
    • Me:  🙂 Aw, thank you!

Since these exchanges happened so quickly, right next to each other, it really gave me the chance to compare how two people who love you can so easily affect how you feel about yourself.  It also displays how some words, though meant without any ill intent, can hurt.  I mean, they certainly don’t help.

As for me, it’s something I’m going to keep in mind the next time I have a conversation with someone I care about.  If I’m really trying to be helpful with their self-esteem…I’ve now got something of a template.  🙂

Down Days and How To Deal with Them

It goes without saying. I hate down days. What are down days? Down days are those times when you get into your own head over something trivial and stupid.  Maybe you forgot something at the grocery store, and now you’re going to be late to a party.  Or maybe a friend didn’t call you when you felt you needed their opinion the most.  Or maybe you’ve driven in Atlanta traffic too many days in a row, and you just want to get home. If left to fester, this little spark can ignite a flame that can kill your motivation to…

Holding On To Hate – and Why You Shouldn’t

 

Valentine’s Day is approaching. And with it comes a reflection of the past. Past loves, past mistakes, past fun, past tragedies, past everything.

Of course, I could spend every day of the year wallowing in such self-pity, but who’s got the time?

In my own celebration of this ridiculously commercialized holiday, I’ve decided to reflect not on love, but on hatred and the role that it can play on every aspect of one’s life.

Why do we hold on to hate? What benefits does it provide?

Once upon a lovely time, when I used to live in Florida, I was hurt by someone I cared about very much. What made it worse was how extensively he had placed himself in my life beforehand, despite outside warnings and my own little red flags. When I finally discovered that 99% of his words and actions were lies, I was devastated. He evolved into a monster, one that had no affection for anyone other than himself. He had used me for months and now threw me away when I could no longer serve his needs.

I developed a hatred that I had never felt for anyone before. How dare he treat me like trash. Who did he think he was?

Every time I saw him, I wanted to throw up. If he laughed, I rolled my eyes.   If others praised him, I prayed something — anything — would drop right on his head. I couldn’t even cry from the effects of the pain, I was so numb with my loathing.I shuffled through my daily schedule, ashamed in front of our mutual friends and disgusted at how stupid I could have been. The hate was thick and complete. It extended until it was a tangible heat burning in my eyes and making me scowl at anyone who even mildly resembled him. I began to avoid everyone and everything until nothing mattered, no one could be trusted and no sensation was real. I was a failure. I deserved nothing.

Then, one day, while sitting at home and screaming into a couch cushion for the 117th time, something spoke to me – a gentle voice in the back of my mind that had finally found a crack in my apathetic armor. “How, may I ask, is your hate hurting him?” it asked.

I lifted my head to snap back, when I realized I couldn’t. The voice was right: my hate wasn’t hurting him at all. He hadn’t noticed my feelings, and no matter how much anger I held towards him, I hadn’t broadcasted it anywhere he could see it. Nor would I, I rationalized bitterly; he didn’t deserve to see it.

The voice spoke again, gentler. “So, if your hate isn’t hurting him, why keep it around?”

Again, I couldn’t answer. I had a lot of words, but none of them felt right. I kept it around because…it felt good. Because I knew where it came from. Because it made me strong, stronger than I obviously had been before. Because it proved that I deserved to be treated better.

Because he had taken everything from me.

And the voice said something that put everything into a new, shockingly fresh perspective.“Did he?”For the first time, the answer was right there in front of me. No. He hadn’t taken anything from me.

The only person that had taken anything away from me…was me.

My hatred had affected my health, my relationships with friends and family, my hobbies and my passion for life. That individual might have betrayed me, but he hadn’t removed or destroyed my livelihood. I had been doing a good enough job of that on my own.

After that revelation, I inspected my life to ensure that I hadn’t caused any permanent damage. Though I had felt immense shame for my mistakes, my friends had hardly noticed and continued to greet me, joke with me and invite me on various adventures like they always had. My family still called to tell me they loved me. My finances were still in manageable order, my job was still stable, and my health was still at generally good levels.

Nothing was really wrong.

My hatred had clouded over logic, and all I had seen were massive crowds pointing and laughing at me while my world shattered. Yet it hadn’t shattered. It was still together and waiting for me to return. The other party, for his part, had not made any attempts to contact me, and thus I was able to remove him physically from the equation while I recovered.

Now the heat has faded from my eyes, and I can finally see the promise of a cool, sunny day. I still struggle sometimes to eliminate the anger I felt from that period in my life. When that happens, I remember that the past is not my present and does not have to be a part of my future. I can choose my days to be however I want them to be, and nothing else can change that. Has hate (or another strong emotion) ever controlled you?  How did you deal with it?  How did you recover?