The Intoxicated Babysitter and the Third Graders at the Renaissance Hotel

The Intoxicated Babysitter and the Third Graders at the Renaissance Hotel

Dateline: Chili’s bar, Little League World Series Final. These kids are great fun.

What was your first thought when seeing the two boys in the pool. Was it, where were their parents? Not that the question is a bad one, just not the only one.t was your level of fear seeing pic? Remember herding sheep in other countries. The swimmers do look a bit younger than the third graders in the situation below.

Okay, one more shot at James Arthur Ray, then I’ll let him go. Maybe. The sweat lodge situation is just such a good example of one person saying to others (who ended up dead, by the way, even though they were good “Warrriors”) “Listen to me. Not your own mind. You are safe because I know you and you don’t know yourself. You are safe because I am with you and I am so cool and great, you should trust me with your bodies and your money.” Okay, I paraphrased a little. But you get the message. is the same.

Remember the pledge. No judgments. James Arthur Ray and both mothers came by their responses to anxiety honestly. A child’s anxiety is hard to resist. It’s hard to keep
ourselves calm and communicating confidence once our fears are stimulated, once
we know or think we know danger lurks.

The following situation came about accidentally, but taught one father a lot about his
daughter and himself. This particular weekend Mrs. W was out-of-town and Mr. W
was in charge of his ten, four, and two-year old daughters. The mother of one
of his ten-year-old’s best friends called and asked if she could attend a small
slumber party.

The friend’s aunt, staying at one of the best hotels in town which happened to include
an indoor pool and miniature golf course, had offered to arrange a room next
door for their niece and three of her friends. The niece was excited and happy that her aunt had made such a generous offer. The plan was for the aunt to supervise an afternoon in the pool, then take the girls out to dinner before settling in.

What actually happened: An hour after the girls were in the pool, the aunt got into a huge argument with her husband on the phone. After the battle, the aunt
left the hotel, then returned with a six-pack of Mike’s Lemonade. Afte the swim the now intoxicated aunt retreated to her room and room service alcohol.

The girls went down to the indoor miniature golf and played a couple of hours. Returning to their room, the niece peeked in on her aunt to find her passed out on the bed. The four third greaders were on their own and for some reason, probably the fun
night ahead, no one called parents.

They made a joint decision for everyone to shower and change into the dresses brought for dinner. The four girls escorted themselves to hotel’s fine-dining restaurant signing the check to their room. Afterwards, the evening was spent with television and games as planned. Ice cream sundaes were ordered from room service.

The next morning, the aunt still in bed, the girls enjoyed breakfast in the restaurant then returned to the miniature golf course to wait for parents to pick them up at the
assigned time.

Once the niece’s parents were beyond their anger at the aunt, they could step back and see how well their daughter and the other girls had handled themselves. Would they have allowed her to go if they’d known what was going to happen? Of course not. But instead of raging on about the irresponsibility of the adults, or about the fact that his daughter had not called him the night before, they were able to appreciate how the girls had managed a tough situation quite well–and without anyone having to instruct them along the way.

Hang on, no one’s saying leave your third grader with a drunk relative in a hotel. Ten-year-olds do herd sheep and tend to the store in other cultures. (When a young person tells me he or she just can’t do a chore, I tell them about the young herders. Straightens them out in a hurry, since they do not want to end up with more responsibility.)

Next: Relationship
Dependence, the “Woman Who Used Two Potato Peelers at Once.”

 

 

 

Stress, Togetherness and the “Short Wife, ‘Helpful’ Husband Incident”

Stress, Being a Self, and the “Short Wife and the ‘Helpful’ Husband Incident”

Relationship Addiction and Anxiety

Dateline: Buying a ticket on American Flight 433 DFW to Mexico City. Yes, I know. I received all your admonitions that I shouldn’t go. See below for explanation.

Calming Your Anxiety by Doing Whatever You Have to Do to Calm the Other Person, a Teeny Bit More on fusion.

Understanding and being able to “feel” the emotional processes of the togetherness force and the individuality force–and working toward balance is only likely to be the most important work of your life. When the togetherness force is unquestionably allowed to run your life, you could end up living someone else’s life.  If you respond to anxiety with an allergy to others, you could end up disconnected from important systems.

The Short Wife and the Helpful Husband Incident:  A couple was settling in on huge passenger jet bound from DFW to Madrid.  Both are almost giddy with excitement and looking forward to the adventure.  The husband was quickly placing items into overhead storage space.  The wife had her feet settled on her make-up case.  Here is their conversation:

Husband: “Hand me your make-up bag.”

Wife: “Why?”

Husband:  “I need to but it up here in the storage bin.”

Wife:  “No, I like it here.  I can rest my feet.”

Husband:  “Come on. Give it to me now before all the space is taken up.”

Wife: “But–”

Husband:  “I know you.  A couple of hours from now, you’re going to want to put it up here later and it will be too late.”

Wife: “But, I don’t want to put it up there.”

Husband:  “Why do you have to be like this?  You are so stubborn. (?) Are you going to be this difficult on the whole trip?” Husband flings his body into the seat and orders a bloody Mary, double.

Wife:  “I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this trip in the first place. I don’t even feel like going anymore.”  Wife puts the book she was looking forward reading into the seat pocket and slaps the airline crossword down on her tray.

Note, the plane has not yet taken off.  Lucky for them, the other passengers were distracted by some blond chick in the back going on and on and on, whining because American Airlines switched from miniature packs of peanuts to miniature packs of pretzels.  Sheesh.  Some people!

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The willingness and capacity to manage emotional reactivity.  Can you stay calm and upbeat discussing politics with someone on the other side of issues?  Are you able to be calm around your family? Are you able to maintain closeness in relationships even when others (family members, friends) persist in decisions with which you don’t agree? What happens when a driver pulls out in front of you? When your in-laws make suggestions?  What happens when you have to wait? And wait some more?

Also the ability to be part of a group and to be separate is characterized by: A willingness to stand alone and assume responsibility for one’s own life. Are you able to state what you believe and make decisions using your “best thinking” when others do not agree?  Are you able to do this without being defensive or trying to talk the other into changing their position? What happens to your anxiety level when someone you care about is displeased with you? Have you ever distanced from friends or family members because you didn’t agree with the way they spend money?  Raised their children?  Voted?  Practiced or didn’t practice religion?  Kept house?  Have you ever distanced because you don’t like the way you “feel” around family?  Have you given up challenging yourself to get a little better at managing your anxiety or have you decided your anxiety is other people’s responsibility? Have you decided, Aunt Mary is “impossible”?  Uncle Dave is “mean”?  Sister Sue is a “wacko”?  Or, do you express your inability to manage anxiety by saying, “Maybe when so-and-so apologizes to me.”

Hey, now.  No self-criticism allowed. Remember, the force for togetherness, like the force for individuality, is rooted deep in our biological makeup.  At least that’s the story I’m sticking with.  Gives me a lot more people to blame my behavior on.  …Hmmmmm…..I don’t know how they expect a person to open these teeny packages of pretzels. Grrr!  Oops.  Great.  Now I don’t even have the lousy pretzels since they are all over the couple behind me.

Next: “Too Much Togetherness Force Can Get You Killed in Mexico City”

Trip to Marketing, Part 2, Psychologist, Heal Thyself…

Dateline: Dairy Queen, Italy, Texas International Branch Headquarters.

Set-up:  Part Two of Trip to Marketing.  How to Set Yourself Up for Continuous Rejection. 

Welcome to your front row seat in the learn-by-voyeurism theater.  (See previous entry.) Starting next week, you, too, have the opportunity to share four days of pathologically enthusiastic marketing professionals shouting slogans.  (See, I knew the defensive superiority business would come up.)  I hope you learn something as I throw myself to the dragons.  Now you’re asking why anyone would go her way (even pay big bucks) to find demons? It’s hard enough to feel good about oneself doing what you are good at…so why would any sane person push the envelope?  Why would anyone go out of their way to increase opportunities for rejection and the occasional being burned to ashes on the spot?

Because throwing my every energy into projects for which I have absolutely no talent is a habitof mine.  Somewhere around seven years old, with my life cranking on rather successfully…plenty of atta girls for schoolwork, hymnals won in church word contests, and standing well in terms of the usual childhood challenges…I had to change things up…I had to add an endeavor which would bring plenty of anxiety and regular opportunities for failure.  I chose to go down the Crazyland fork during a family vacation after the second grade.  A trip routing through Kentucky horse country.  The horses were so beautiful I had a stomach ache. 

My fate was sealed.  Ignoring my short-legged, uncoordinated body, and my socio-economic abilities, and my gutlessness when it comes to jumping a jumping a horse over a Land Rover… I re-launched myself into measuring my success as a person through my success showing horses. Which also meant a childhood of hoarding my allowance and lunch money, talking my parents into cash instead of new clothes, and serving as my sister’s valet and maid. For decades, the expense, time, and danger of my obsession crippled every other area of my life and most areas of my body.   

Remember the Pseudo Self?  (Search site for full description.)  that part of who we are that is determined by others?  Our façade.  Our “look at me” stuff.  Our body packages, our “visible” bank account (cars, houses, clothes).  In addition to all the usual external measuring sticks, the real nutcases among us…ahem…find other ways to judge ourselves.  Other ways to suffer rejection.  Showing horses provided an endless arena of possibilities to put my entire self-worth on the line weekend after weekend.  But I got over the horse show thing. (And it wasn’t all torture. I had a great time. Keep in mind the author’s slight tendency toward defensiveness.)

Over the horse show thing, you’d think I’d sit back and enjoy my profession and family like regular person. But no. I looked around and thought…hmmm.mmm…Is there any other arena of life which could possibly step in and supply even more opportunities for rejection?  Wha..la.  Of course.  Why not write a book?  That way you can collect rejections on a daily basis.  Who could pass up that kind of opportunity?

And I did survive the rejection lifestyle. If that had been all there was to it, I wouldn’t be packing for LA once I’m back at headquarters in Austin. But, alas, such is not to be. Turns out publishers aren’t satisfied with you writing a book. They actually want you to sell your book.  Up leaps the Girl Scout Cookie trauma.  The chocolate bars are lead in my stomach again.  My goal during the seminar is to keep my Emotional Guidance System (which will be alternating between criticizing the program “These people are sociopaths!” and urging me to leave “You don’t need this. What you need to do is take a walk, run, or a nap!”)… in check.   

I’m giving this marketing seminar business an honest try.  I know that my resistance is fear and not a reasonable choice.  I’m like the middle school boy who says he’s choosing not to go to the Valentine’s Dance because he doesn’t like dancing… instead of admitting he has no idea of what to do there.  Should be quite a ride…Hang On Tight!

The Eye of the Beholder: The Lawn Mower Fueling Incident

“Which is more important? The world that is made up of facts, or the WORLD AS YOU SEE IT?”

On an afternoon in August, I was mowing the lawn when I ran out of gas.  Whew.  As if perspiration wasn’t already blinding me.  I located the full gas can and returned to the mower in the middle of the back yard.  I opened the gasoline hatch and rotated the handle off the can. 

Great. The gas can had an opening about four inches in diameter and flat on the top of the vessel and the hatch in the mower was less than an inch across.  How was I supposed to do this?  The heat was killing me.  My EMOTIONAL GUIDANCE SYSTEM was launching me into idiot ramblings such as, ”Why am I the one out here in this heat?  I do everything around here! I’m not even supposed to be out in the heat. Who left the mower half empty anyway? My whole life has been just like this.  Me getting stuck with all the hideous jobs.”  And . . . for leading role in Playing Victim, the nominees are . . .

Okay. So fine.  I could make this work.  (Motto as a child:  If at first you don’t succeed, force it.)

I’m not helpless, right?  I go into the house and search for a funnel for twenty minutes. Right. We didn’t have a hammer.  What made me think I could find something as specific as a funnel? “Why am I the one always stuck without the right tools?  I could use the urn from the coffee machine . . . no, that sounds risky as far as future coffee.  I collect several manilla folders from my home office and head out, patting myself on my sweaty back because I am such a genius. 

Back at the mower, I make a funnel out of one folder and pour.  It collapses.  Fine. My hands are shaking like crazy.  I’m blind. A bit dizzy. Yet, clever girl that I am, I persevere.  I made a tiered, graduated funnel using six manilla folders.  And it works!  I stand over the mower wondering exactly what the chances are that a breeze could set the mower, gasoline folders, and me up in a mushroom of flames.  Particularly since I can’t control my body movements my knees being shot and all.  My mood?  Victim has racheted up to snivelling and just wait until . . .

I turn to return the cap to the gasoline can.  Which is when I notice that the “cap” for the tank, which I had unscrewed and set aside, is actually an excellent, pliable funnel.

This is my world, and welcome to it.

Tomorrow: How Much Does Your PERCEPTION determine your life?

You See What You Believe

vm__cr00352352_ss90_.jpg  The saying goes, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”  This is not how the human mind works.  We cannot see what we do not “believe.”  We cannot STOP seeing what we DO believe.

What does this have to do with relationships?  What does this have to do with being a happier person?

When we BELIEVE the other person is noticing us for our IMPERFECTIONS, almost any comment they make is taken as CRITICISM.

More later.

How to Be Fabulous

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What have you told yourself about you so far today?  Okay, now that we KNOW:  People who SEE THEMSELVES as BETTER LIKED than they actually are . . .  mv5bmje2mze5mte5nv5bml5banbnxkftztcwodi4oduymq__v1__sy140_sx100_.jpg

 As more SUCCESSFUL than they are . . .

As more ATTRACTIVE than they are . . .

As more INTELLIGENT than they are . . .

Those people have MORE FUN in life. 

Hey, I’m for more fun.  mv5bmjezntiynjkxnl5bml5banbnxkftztywmty0otc3__v1__cr00475475_ss100_.jpg  But I’m tired and envious just from making the above list.  Reading it doesn’t MAKE ME feel refreshed and ready to hit Broadway.  What I’m thinking is, “Sheesh, what’s wrong with me that I’m not kicking up my heels every hour of everyday?”

Oh, noooooo.  Now I remember.  It’s hard to change. 

If getting a grip on the on your EMOTIONAL GUIDANCE SYSTEM were easy, EVERYONE WOULD DO IT. 

Since it isn’t easy, we usually attempt an EXTERNAL solution– that is, we try to change other people’s response to us– by doing the list of things, and buying the endless image changers, offered every single month in every single magazine–

To an INTERNAL problem– the habitual conversation with have with ourselves.   Since we’re strategists, we:   1) expect situations to repeat; 2) study what we did in the past; 3) rehearse new material; and, 4) practice, practice, practice.

First, there is an ACTION.  Example:  Someone says to you, “It’s all your fault.  As usual, you are not listening.”  mv5bmte5ntg2mdq4of5bml5banbnxkftztywoteyotq3__v1__cr830318318_ss100_.jpg

Second, you PERCEIVE.  You hear and absorb, “It’s all your fault.  As usual, you are not listening.”  I know, perceiving seems so obvious, but it’s not.  How much of what you see and hear depends on the spounginess of your Emotional Guidance System, how “ready” to hear and see you are.

Third, you INTERPRET.  You decide what– “It’s all your fault.  As usual, you are not listening,” –MEANS.

Forth, you MAKE UP A STORY.  mv5bmtgymja2odm0ov5bml5banbnxkftztywmjg1mja3__v1__cr00485485_ss100_.jpg  You take your INTERPRETATION of what you think– “It’s all your fault.  As usual, you are not listening” –means, and develop a DRAMA.  “Your saying that shows you do not love me, respect me, want to please me.”

Then, you RESPOND.  (And, of course, if you’re me, the first words out are:  “Now look how YOU MADE ME feel.”)  mv5bmti1ntqwody4n15bml5banbnxkftztcwndq1mzazmq__v1__cr00300300_ss90_.jpg

So, what can you do?    mv5bmtqyodk4nzi5of5bml5banbnxkftztywmtc0ody2__v1__cr00450450_ss100_.jpg  How can you take charge?  

What does perception, interpretation, and making up stories have to do with the “conversation you have with yourself”?

Later . . . manana.

WHY depending on the OTHER PERSON for maintaining SELF ESTEEM does NOT WORK

mv5bmti0odu5ode1of5bml5banbnxkftztywmjm0nty3__v1__cr00327327_ss100_.jpg  ”Hey, buddy, I’m not feeling so good about myself.  Do something to fix me!”   

Bad news.  No matter how hard you try–how skinny, sexy, funny, good at the house, cooking, or whatever, you are– Relying on other people to keep you liking yourself WILL NOT WORK. 

    Why and damn, you say?

    1.  People are UNRELIABLE.    vm__cr700309309_ss100_.jpg

    Here you are this lovely person, doing what you usually do, being yourself, which he liked yesterday and now he has a problem with you.  You’re too controlling–

Truth from Last Therapist Standing:  Everyone is controlling.  We’re designed to “want” our own way.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  Some of us are just lousy at the game.  Now, I assume all of you are nice people who want good lives.  That being said, we also want others to have what they want.  We’re better off admitting, “Yes, I do want my way, but I’m willing to listen.”

    Okay, back to how you are being your usual self and today there’s something wrong with how you are.  But you haven’t changed.  People are unreliable in providing that approval feedback.  Could be they’re hungry.  Could be a bad day all around.

EVEN WHEN IT’S ABOUT YOU — IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU.

      2.  People preoccupied with THEIR OWN LIVES.  mv5bmtc3ntmzmdeynf5bml5banbnxkftztywmzkzntq2__v1__cr00345345_ss100_.jpg  I know.  Pretty nervy, huh?  Hey, I have needs here!  Oh, that’s not attractive?  What do you mean “egg shells?”   mv5bmty1njqxotg3of5bml5banbnxkftztywmdczntq2__v1__cr00352352_ss100_.jpg         Yep.  It’s not about you, but now you know that’s good thing.

   vm__cr00475475_ss100_.jpg   3.  People are difficult to TRAIN.  

     Long term marriage is truth enough.  No matter how METICULOUSLY we explain over and over what he’s supposed to say and do to keep me calm–he just keeps on being himself.  You could write a script.  Rehearse even.  I don’t know why other people are so stubborn about this.  So rigid and unwilling to TAKE CARE of MY FEELINGS at ALL TIMES.

mv5bmtkzmta0ode1nf5bml5banbnxkftztcwmjgwmdkxmq__v1__cr00335335_ss100_.jpg Yep.  There we were, happily married couple, rolling into the American Airlines gate at DFW.  I wanted to do one thing.  He thought my idea was a bad one.  That I’d never make it back in time to catch the next leg of the flight.  I really wanted to.  He really didn’t want me to.  I knew how to keep him calmed down. . . .