Stress, Addiction, Humility, and the “Stolen Identity Incident”

Stress, Addiction, and the “Stolen Identity Incident”

Dateline: San Antonio River Walk International Branch Office. One block over, on March 6, 1836, all the well-armed and well-dressed Mexicans in the world, stormed the Alamo killing everyone inside.  Newspapers in the weeks following ran stories encouraging settlers to “Come on down!” As one of those news articles in the Texas State Library says, “Texas is still a great opportunity for you and your family. The report claiming that the men in the Alamo were killed is a false rumor, propaganda sent out by politicians.”  Sigh. Things haven’t changed much.

In thinking about stress management and addiction, I realized it was time for the periodic pledge, the pledge that can eliminate loads of stress right off the top.

The pledge: I can be as big an idiot as anyone else. Even as big an idiot as the people I’m calling idiots. Whew. What a relief not to have to go through the world upset when people don’t do things the way I do, or more honestly, the way I think they should do them.

My special person and I were married in Mexico City and before you pull up lofty visions of the “destination” weddings where the couple or parents rent a hotel for a weekend and fly in two hundred of their closest friends to Paris or Tahiti, the event included the Registro Civil, the two of us, and the taxi driver as a witness.  He was a graduate student and I was a college junior though not the typical age of that group due to several spectacular detours.

In other words. We had no money. Before our big adventure,we embraced our American citizenship and took out a Mastercard. The trip was great, Acapulco, villages, historicalcities. A good time was had by all. The trouble started when we received our Mastercard bill which was a huge amount way beyond our own frugal spending.Clearly, the credit card number had been stolen and whoever took it charged everythingin sight knowing once they were caught the party was over.

Incensed, we marched down to the bank issuing the card and met with the head of the fraud department who was very sympathetic and assured us the bank would help find the culprit. All we had to do was sit down at the computer screen and review the charges marking the ones we did not make. Much relieved we set to work. Thirty minutes later we waited until the fraud director was away from her desk, then we ducked our heads and sneaked quietly to the elevator and out of there.

Repeat after me: “I can be as big an idiot…”

For those who honestly believe they are not subject to all the craziness of being human, there’s always Dr.Laura who knows all.

For me, it’s a comfort to recognize we’re all nuts.

Relationship Heaven..Let People Find Their Own Way

holeinwalldreamstime_2998410A while back, I wrote a book on stress which resulted in myself and my spouse booked into separate speaking engagements five days a week in five different cities. I was in charge of travel arrangements, etc. (There is the rumor that I grabbed this position at birth, leaping out of my mother’s belly to complain about the temperature. But those are  rumors.)  This particular morning, the spouse was driving and I was rattling off his literary.

His  Monday keynote was in Brownsville which is the southernmost tip of Texas, his Tuesday was in Kerrville, ninty miles south and west of Austin, from there the week bounced all over the nation.  But we didn’t get to Tuesday before I began with  get resistence from the troops. 

I’d announced the following:  “Drive to Austin airport Sunday afternoon…fly to Brownsville (two hour flight, counting switch in Houston)… fly Brownsville to Austin, pick up car and drive to Kerrville… and…and…

“But wait!” comes from the driver.  “That all sounds efficient and I really appreciate your efforts, but I think I’ll get up Sunday morning and drive to Brownsville.”

I did mention that Brownsville is that little bump of Texas, waaaay down at the very bottom…I recovered from being stunned at having my plan questioned and replied sweetly, “Are you nuts?”

I went on to elaborate on the geography of the state, in case he hadn’t noticed, finishing up rather nicely reminding him how tired I knew he would be on Monday after speaking in Brownsville, and how he couldn’t possibly want to face that drive from Brownsville to Kerrville.  I threw in how I’d grown up in South Texas and he was from Oklahoma–as if this fact made my map skills more accurate.

He persisted.  “I know it’s a long drive back and forth, but I have the new car with all the gadgets and a great sound system. I think I’d enjoy settling for the drive and playing some music I’ve put together.”

“What?”   I repeated the geography lesson on Texas and reminded him that I am much better at determining what will make him tired than he is. I ran by a little scenario involving running out of gas coupled with the lack of good places to eat in the Austin-Brownsville corridor.  He mentioned his favorite Mexican restaurant in San Antonio, his capacity to read the gas gauge, and did he mention, HE WANTED to drive to Brownsville?

Having been married a while, I stuck with it a few more rounds. (Marriage means believing that the only reason your spouse hasn’t agreed with your position is that you have not repeated in enough times.)

Then he said.  “Look.  I know YOU wouldn’t want to drive back and forth from Brownsville.  But we are NOT the SAME PERSON.

Here’s the thing.  I actually knew we weren’t the same person, that his tastes and preferences were different from mine.  It just hadn’t occurred to me that his tastes and preferences were on equal footing with mine.  After all, I work  pretty hard on getting everything right.  The notion that, not only did he have an opinion, but he had a right to his opinion…(If this is too much, remember you can always follow Dr. L on the radio, a woman who has never had a thought or statement she needed to take back.) 

Now, this was quite a bit back, and since I’ve done a little better at letting other people be themselves. 

This is a huge stress relieving strategy.   Not only give others your permission to go on being themselves. Recognize that they have a right to be how they are , as long as no one is harmed. 

That means the Obsessed Stranger Lady gets to keep on hounding laptop openers, that guy in front of you in traffic gets to keep putting those decals on his car, the people next door can leave their Christmas lights up, Taco Bell can advertise late night specials as “the fourth meal America’s been needing”,  Dr. L has my permission to blame every husband’s infidelity of his wife’s whining, Nancy Grace can keep the helmet hair, your co-worker has your full and gracious permission to vote the way she does, your siblings have your permission to choose their lives according to their own distorted (oops!), their own views and determination of the best way for them.

This means you’re going to have a lot of free time on your hands.

Letting Others Be Themselves

   Which, of course, they are going to be anyway.  But since we’ve given our precious permission, what that means is that we CANNOT be all surprised when they are themselves.

Remember we expected that.  Gave permission.  Later in evolvement we’ll even recognize that others have THE RIGHT to be themselves.  But, not yet.  For now we’re just being generous.

Which means:

The person who cuts in front of you at the grocery store with 80 items, you said she could do that.

The person who’s late to Thanksgiving dinner–you said that would be fine.

You gave the person who doesn’t return your e-mail for four days–you gave permission.

The person who has too much wine at dinner–you gave them permission.

The one who cannot stop talking about the one who had too much wine–you gave her permission.

The one who spends Thanksgiving talking about how diets–you gave her permission.

The one who undercooks an item and the one who burns one–you gave them permission.

The people who’ve had their Christmas lights up since mid-October–you gave them permission.

All those people jamming up the roadways–you gave them permission.

The guy who will whack me in the head as he puts his bag in the overhead on the plane–I hereby GIVE HIM PERMISSION.

Are you getting a feel for HOW ABSOLUTELY FREEING IT IS to turn your focus away from CHANGING OTHERS to MANAGING YOURSELF?