Happy F#@king Birthday to ME!

 

 

In honor of my birthday today, the 14th of May, I have assembled my own personal top-10 list of some of the things I’ve learned at the ripe old age of none-of-your-beeswax.

 

10) If I COULDA done it differently, I WOULDA. I’ve stopped beating myself up with SHOULDA. I did the best I could with the information and skills I had at the time. This has come in extremely handy since I’ve done a bunch of incredibly stupid things in my life.

 

9) Don’t be a victim even if I’ve been victimized. Things work out much better if I take 100% responsibility for my life and for fixing whatever got broken. Even if I’m run over by a truck, I still have to be the one to go to PT, not the SOB who hit me.

 

8) A client once asked me when she was going to get her period of “nice”, meaning a time when all kinds of annoying shit would stop happening~~like having her basement flood or having an asshole boss. “When you’re dead,” I told her.

 

7) Being special sucks. Being special means you have to keep being special. It means you are under a microscope. It means that you live in dread of the day you are no longer special. Don’t be special.

 

6) The way for me to enjoy pictures of myself is by waiting several years, preferably several decades, after the pictures are taken to actually look at them.

 

5) There is no endpoint to grief or getting in shape. You just get stronger, more flexible and more resilient so that the heavy lifting gets easier.

 

4) Purpose is never given to you like a birthmark~~you have to go out and get it, like a tattoo.

 

3) For Christ’s sake, you CANNOT CHANGE ANYONE. You can influence them, but you cannot change them. My journey is mine and their journey is theirs. Should they just want to keep cruising along on the Asshole Highway, they are perfectly entitled to do so.

 

2) Things happen for a reason, but not for the reason you think. People die because they’re sick, get speeding tickets because they’re speeding and win the lottery because they’re lucky motherfuckers.  You can create meaning from events, but it is not ordained.

 

1) If I want to have good self-esteem, I need to do things that are esteem-able. It’s pretty simple.

 

 

And in closing, as Emily asked in “Our Town”, do we ever completely know and appreciate what we have while on earth? Fuck no. Cognitive dissonance saves us from being aware 24/7 that we are going to die and therefore should probably be living life far more consciously and productively. Jesus, we’d all be mainlining Xanax if we had to do that. Just like when we’re procrastinating on studying or cleaning or paperwork, we often wait until the eleventh hour before we frantically cram it all in….. as the big clock runs down, I feel a great wish to cram every last bit of joy, fun, and peace I can into the life I have left.

 

And if I coulda done it sooner, I woulda. No more shoulding on myself.

 

Fuck Your Explanation

A client was telling me how much he had to do that weekend. As he was recounting his agenda, he mentioned that he needed to cancel his usual Sunday afternoon plans with his mother but dreaded making the call.

“What do you dread?” I asked. “Oh, you know my Mom,” he said. “She’s going to say ‘Why? What do you have to do?’ and then I’ll have to explain to her that I have laundry and grocery shopping and I haven’t done any work on my job search and I need to do dishes, and….” his words toppled over themselves like someone somersaulting downhill. As he collapsed at the bottom of Explanation Mountain, he said, “Last week when I told her I couldn’t stay to watch the entire game, she got snarky with me and said ‘Fine, I guess all you care about is the free lunch!'”

Here’s the thing: this guy’s mother is a spry, salty lady in her seventies who would kick her son to the curb for a better offer with no fucks given. As a grown-ass adult you do NOT OWE another grown-ass adult such an overwrought explanation nor as the grown-ass adult on the receiving end should you feel you are owed one. That kind of explanation is only required in special circumstances, like when you call in sick to work and you need the job. Even then, you don’t have to describe your illness in gory detail. Nobody wants to hear that it’s coming out both ends. And no one really believes you’re sick anyway. Or if you are blowing your kids off for the weekend so you can shag your new girlfriend or boyfriend it might be nice to tell them you’ve been called in by Special Ops or that you’re working ALL weekend to make money to take them to Disneyland. If you have to break a date with someone because of illness or another true conflict, of course it is appropriate and courteous to offer a brief apology and explanation so they know you value them, their time and the commitment.  And that is sufficient.  Keep in mind that when someone asks, “Why?  What do you have to do?” they are out of bounds.

But let’s say someone asks if you can get together Saturday night and you had previously planned a get-together with your pajamas, Netflix, a bottle of wine and an extra large pepperoni pizza. You are under NO obligation to divulge this information. Nor need you feel guilty or pathetic. Nor need you APOLOGIZE. Plans with yourself are legitimate plans. Or say your Mom expects you to keep her company every Sunday until you die, but you haven’t done laundry since the Carter administration or you want to go out on a date with someone to whom you are not related from time to time. Here are examples of what you say:

“Hey, I’ve already got plans for this Saturday, but I’d love to get together, how about next Saturday?” Or “I can’t make it this Sunday, but next Sunday is great!” If that person says, “Why? What do you have to do?” you have a couple of options. You can say 1) “None of your fucking business,” although if this is a relationship you value, I’d caution against it, or 2) “I’m available next Saturday/Sunday, would that work?” And then rinse and repeat as necessary. We call it the Broken Record Technique. You repeat the same words verbatim or with slight variations over and over and over until the numbskull pushing your boundaries gets the message. If they don’t, then you are well within your rights to revert to option #1.

Unless it’s your Mom. Then I’d stick with #2.

Fuck Forgiveness

A client recently asked me how to get past her anger so as to forgive a family member who exploited his role as a will executor, robbing other family members, including her, of their just inheritance. On top of that, he is a top-shelf jerk who has caused deep rifts in a family system already terribly stressed by grief. She felt as though there was something wrong with her for hanging on to her anger, even though the events in question were quite fresh.

“Fuck forgiveness!” were the words that jumped out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop myself.

Forgiveness is not JUST a religious construct~~it was first a secular construct based on the strictly moral principle of allowing an offender back into one’s good graces~~as we are all imperfect beings.   However, when religion took hold of the concept of forgiveness, it was injected with steroids and became a monster, one-size-fits all solution to offenses ranging from minor, such as forgetting a lunch date, to major, such as sexual molestation. It became unnecessary for the offender to even ASK for said forgiveness, which is extremely convenient to all the fucksticks out there who don’t want to be held accountable for their transgressions, or who don’t believe they did anything for which to be HELD accountable.

The cherry on the top of this shit sundae is how insisting on forgiveness turns the whole thing around on the victim, who is admonished to “forgive and forget”, to “turn the other cheek”, to “let it go”. They are told how the Buddha or somebody like that said “holding on to anger is like holding hot coals in your hands and expecting the other person to get burned.”

And if they don’t just suck it up and forgive they are deemed pathetic for walking around with all that annoying anger. After all, THEY are in control of their emotions. THEY cannot let other people control how they feel. We don’t want to see THEIR unpleasant and inconvenient bitterness!

When I was a kid, my parents were big believers in marching me and my siblings right up to whomever we had offended by our actions or words and humiliating us into apologizing for our sorry asses. I’ll never live down having to tell the clerk at the corner store in Salem, Oregon that I was sorry for shoplifting some five cent piece of candy, but I have developed a healthy appreciation for this practice of making me accountable for the mean, stupid, criminal, thoughtless crap I did.

I know for a fact that there are many people who don’t believe in this parenting style. Their little darlings can do no wrong unlike me and my juvenile delinquent sibs. They will go to battle with anyone to defend their child’s right to be an entitled, hurtful and thoughtless little brat.

The fact is~~forgiveness is optional. Most things are optional; we have choices and we can determine whether or not to do that thing based on whether or not we can accept the consequences. Like I can have that third margarita.   Or I can stop at two. There is no “should” about it. It is based on whether I want to get up and be productive the next day or be utterly worthless.

Not only is forgiveness optional, it is not something to be turned on at will like a light switch. Forgiveness, especially for serious offenses, is not only difficult, but it may be hazardous to one’s health. For example, if my lover beats me bloody and I just forgive him and go on with business as usual, next time he could possibly kill me. Probably better to hold off on that forgiveness thing until I’m living with an assumed name in another state. And even then, it’s optional. Holding a grudge might be a fine way to remind myself that person isn’t safe to be around.

Forgiveness is especially difficult when the person who hurt you would not ask for your forgiveness without a gun to their head.

It is much less difficult to forgive someone who says, “I’m SO sorry! Please forgive me! I was a complete arse!” Even if we don’t forgive them right away, we are far more inclined to do so in the near future. If they say, “I’m sorry IF you were hurt,” keep in mind that this does not qualify as an actual apology. This simply translates to “I am a big douchebag who is trying to shame you for feeling bad about ME treating YOU like crap!”

Forgiveness is the END of a process, not the beginning. It is possible and perhaps desirable to reach a point where compassion for that unrepentant loser overcomes your wish for their imminent public humiliation and/or death. But it is NOT a requirement and it is not something you have to do on someone else’s timeline.

In fact, without receiving a sincere and heartfelt apology, it is entirely natural that it will take the victim time and effort to achieve forgiveness depending on the severity of the offense. Some offenses are minor enough that they might be forgotten/forgiven in a matter of hours or days. Others, like rape or betrayal, could take years or a lifetime. Or forgiveness may not be possible. And no one should tell that person they MUST forgive. That is insulting and ignorant.

IMHO, the goal should not be forgiveness. The goal should be overcoming the painful emotions that have been caused by the injury. When that is achieved, forgiveness becomes not only possibly automatic, but authentic. Without it, forgiveness is not real. It is the two-faced mean girl who invites you to her party and spends the night making fun of you behind your back.

I am very much in favor of love and kindness and not at all opposed to forgiveness if it makes sense and does not shame the victim. And I am a big believer in a person’s right to choose…..in this case, whether or not to forgive. It is not anyone’s business to tell you whether or what or who or when or how you forgive.

Not even Buddha’s.