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Friday, October 23, 2015

It Could Be Worse. I Could Be a Ghost Boy

If you read my last blog, you got to listen to me vent a little bit about the phrase, "First world problems" and my disappointment when it is used to minimize and secretly ridicule the problems of others.  I feel that we would do better to dig a little deeper, beneath what we consider to be another person's "whining", in order to find out the root of what is really going on.  After all, when a person has a whole lot of little problems, they can coalesce into a much larger one.


But that was my last post. And then I was talking about assessing the problems of other people.  Today, I'm talking about assessing my own problems.  And this is an entirely different matter.  There's great value in stepping outside of oneself and realizing that it could be worse.  And, in fact, there are others going through worse.  MUCH WORSE.

There's the person who is fighting cancer... and losing. There's the parents that lost a child in a car accident.  There's the family that lost their entire house and everything in it to a fire. Etc. etc.  I usually don't have to look very hard or long to find somebody who is experiencing a negative situation that dwarfs my own.  Although, it doesn't remove my own pain, depression, etc., it does ease it somewhat. 


Lately, the person I've been thinking about is Martin Pistorius.  You may or may not have heard of him.  Martin is a man from South Africa who spent 12 years trapped inside his own body.  During approximately 10 years of that time, his mind was totally aware of his surroundings, yet he had no way to communicate with those around him.  He couldn't move his body any more than a barely discernible twitch.  The doctors told his family that he had the intelligence of a 3-month old baby and that they should make him comfortable until he died. He desperately wanted to let them know that he was present and aware but was totally powerless to do so.  The stress of the daily routine of caring for Martin became overwhelming for his parents as year after year went by.  Daily, he had to be taken to a care center, picked up, cleaned, fed, put to bed, turned every two hours overnight, etc.  At one point, his mother became so overwhelmed dealing with his condition that she looked into his eyes and said, "I hope you die".   Martin was totally aware when she said that to him.  He felt her pain and frustration, but could not say or do anything to comfort her.  I cannot comprehend the level of isolation and abandonment that he must have felt.  The helplessness.  The hopelessness.    
Through a set of somewhat miraculous events, Martin was eventually able to communicate through a special keyboard and computer and tell about his experience.   There's so much more to the story, so I would highly recommend listening to an episode of the NPR show Invisibilia in which his story is briefly covered.  Here is the link:   http://www.npr.org/2015/01/09/375928581/locked-in-man
Martin also wrote a book about his experience entitled Ghost Boy which I just started reading.  I'm just so intrigued with what this young man went through and the inspiration that I can draw from it to help endure my own times of isolation and depression.
Empathizing with the suffering of others helps to put my own situation in perspective by diverting my mind from doing what minds often do.  That is, taking situations and turning them into more than what they are.  When I focus on the negative, my mind magnifies and multiplies things until I have created an overwhelming, insurmountable mountainous cliff that I feel cannot possibly be scaled.  When I divert my attention to the hardships of others, what once seemed behemothic, often becomes much less so.


One of the other mechanisms I use is to step outside myself and pretend that someone who is going through the same things that I am has come to me for advice.  What would I tell that person?  What coping strategies would I recommend to them?  What hard truths would I share?  What mercies would I extend? Etc.  Doing this often helps me be more objective so that I can divest myself of all the extra falsehoods that I have added to the situation.  This takes a lot of practice and I'm not sure that anyone ever totally masters it.  It's so hard to ignore those extras and so easy to give them way more weight than they deserve.  

That's why it's sometimes good to get input from a friend.  A friend tends to see the situation more realistically because that person doesn't know all of the extras your mind has added and can therefore,  be more objective.  If you have a friend who is able to listen to you, empathize with you and still give you honest, objective feedback, then consider yourself lucky and treasure that friend.  Many people don't have that when it comes right down to it.

But this isn't a post about friendship so I won't go down that road.  At least not today.

Until next time, peace to you ALL Fellow Earth Babies!  










Friday, April 3, 2015

Unlikely Encouragers, The Cure: Fight and Get Unstuck!

So, if you have read any of the posts on this blog, then you probably know that I have been going through some very difficult "stuff" over the past several months.  Actually, the past few years have been extremely difficult, but the blog doesn't go back that far, so few people are aware.

I've had a lot of people say things to me over the past several months.  Actually, "suggest" may be a more fitting word.  Doesn't everything seem so simple when it's someone else's issue?  Isn't it easy to hand out tailor made fixes for people who are going through tough times?  Isn't is easy to tell someone to "get their shit together" when we [supposedly] have our own together.  We have the luxury of being outside of the feelings of pain, misery, isolation, alienation, etc. that the "poor lost soul" is experiencing.  We justify ourselves by characterizing our problem solving advice as "speaking the truth in love".  We don't (or can't) really seek to understand what the person is going through.  We are so full of condescending bullshit sometimes.

That's one of the reasons that I turn to music and songs so many times.  A song is an entity that is impartial, non-judgmental, and indifferent.  It says what it says.  It does not change its message or the words with which it delivers its message due to hurt feelings, fear or self-righteous disdain.  It does not put on airs.  Yeah, I guess I could go on about songs/music for a while, but I won't.

Instead, I want to talk about a couple of songs that encouraged me about a month or so ago when I needed all the help I could get.

I've been quite depressed for a while, although I didn't fully realize it until recently.  Sometimes it's hard for me to see what's going on inside me.  It sometimes takes me a while to process things and then afterward I come to realizations that I wonder how and why it took me so long to reach.

At any rate, I have spent a fair amount of time lately, thinking about the fine line there is between apathy and incapability.  I'm speaking of being stuck somewhere (like in a depressed state of mind for instance) and whether it's due to not being able to move out of it emotionally and/or mentally verses being able to and just not trying (or wanting) to.  Admittedly, I've gone back and forth a good deal about my own situation regarding these two possibilities.  Some days it seems quite beyond my own ability to get beyond my despondency.  There are other times (most times) when I feel like it's all about fighting.  It's all about pushing forward.  It's all about putting one foot in front of the other and moving forward until I eventually catch a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel.

It was with the outlook of striving against the shit and pushing toward the glimmering light of hope that I was struck by a song by The Cure that I hadn't heard for a while.  This song came on while I was running and it has lyrics and feeling that make me think of fighting with all your might against something.
Just lashing out against what is tormenting you.
Just totally reacting and spazzing and hitting until your free.

The song is appropriately called, "Fight"

"Fight fight fight!
Just push it away
Fight fight fight!
Just push until it breaks
Fight fight fight!
Don't cry at the pain
Fight fight fight!
Or watch yourself burn again...
Fight fight fight!
Just push it away
Fight fight fight!
Fight til you drop
Fight fight fight!
And never never
Never stop!
...So when the hurting starts
And when the nightmares begin
Remember you can fill up the sky
You don't have to give in
You don't have to give in
Never give in"

                                                    The Cure- "Fight"


So, I'm running along and listening to this song and I'm just really feeling the "fight" rise up inside me.  I was inclined to pump my fist in the air (which I have done while running before) but I am out in public so I restrained myself a bit.

Jump to a couple of days later while I'm out running and another song by The Cure came on that I hadn't heard in quite a while.  Maybe a decade even.  But it's one of my favorites and it is like a follow up sequel to "Fight".  It's called "Doing the Unstuck" and it's all about letting go of all the things that have weighed you down.
All the things that have burdened you.
The things that have kept you from being happy.
The things that have kept you mired in despair.

                                                The Cure- "Doing the Unstuck"



"It's a perfect day for doing the unstuck
for dancing like you can't hear the beat
and you don't give a further thought
to things like feet
Let's get happy!
...Kick out the gloom!
Kick out the blues!
Tear out the pages with all the bad news!"

It's definitely about just making an intentional move to let go of all those things and do something.  Anything to move away from the crap.  That's what I've been doing a lot of.  Doing things to move away from the crap.  Some of it seems so trivial or nonsensical to others, but if it helps in the letting go and moving on process, who is to judge?  Certainly not this song.  Because, remember, songs don't judge.  They say what they say and you can either like it, keep listening and gain something from it or not like it, walk away and seek out a song that speaks more directly to you.


So, remember to fight with all your might when you need to and make intentional moves in your life to keep from remaining stuck in negative places, be they mental, emotional or physical.  And when you do feel like you're in a place that has you paralyzed and is beyond what you can handle, there are only two things you can do if you want to make it through: Hold on and cry out.
More to come on that in my next blog entry.

Until then, Fellow Earth Babies, I love you all and FIGHT!





Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Self Doubt and Selfism: The Cheapest Things I Ever Bought

"Does God really care about me?"
"Why has God allowed me to experience loss?"
"I'm pissed off at God for allowing me to experience emotional pain."
"I can't make it through this without failing."
"I don't have what it takes to be a decent human being."
"I feel completely alone and isolated even though there are people all around."
"Why in the hell did God wire me this way?"

Have you ever had any of these thoughts?

If not, then kindly stop reading and move along to another blog that's more appropriate for someone of your enlightened spiritual state.

If so, then please stay and continue reading my lamentational discourse.

The thoughts and questions above are some of those that I have been wrestling with lately.  This has been fairly intense for the past month or so but has become even more intense for the past week.

Guess what?

I'm really tired.

I've been praying.
I've been reading scriptures such as Psalm 139.
I've been trying to listen to wise counsel.
Still, every time I think I have these bastardly thoughts pinned to the ground, they surge back up with renewed strength and pistol-whip me.  Not only do I feel hopeless, but I actually begin to welcome the blunt end of self-doubt.
"HIT ME AGAIN!" my self screams.  "HARDER!"
"I DESERVE EVERY FUCKING BLOW!"

Before you start worrying too much, hear this:  I know that God cares about me...Intellectually.  I know that these thoughts and questions don't reflect the true nature of the loving, merciful and gracious God that I believe in... Intellectually.

Still,  the questions move in.

Still, the thoughts take residence.

Like Echo & The Bunnymen sing,

"I'm on the chopping block
chopping off my stopping thought
Self doubt and selfism
were the cheapest things I ever bought."

I love that line.  So true.

Of course, that doesn't stop me from buying self doubt and selfism over and over and over.

I've been stripped of my belief that miracles happen in the past month.  Oh, I believe that they can happen.  I just don't believe they will happen.  Not in my life.

I'm very disappointed in myself for this.  I want people to believe in miracles.  I want people to look for miracles.  I believe that if you don't look, you can't see them.  You HAVE to LOOK.

Still, I'm not looking right now.  I don't think they're there right now.  I hope that I can somehow begin looking again.  Somehow begin hoping again.  Somehow begin believing in miracles again.

But not today.

At the same time, I hypocritically urge all of you to keep believing in, looking for and recognizing miracles as they happen around you.

I leave you with this video today.  Echo & The Bunnymen:  "The Back of Love"

Here's hoping that I can trade in all of the self doubt and selfism for something worth having.  At this point, that would definitely be a miracle.

Now, go forth and love Fellow Earth Babies.









Saturday, January 3, 2015

Trust Me, The Eyes HAVE it!



When I was growing up, I had a big problem looking people in the eyes.  Okay, it was actually a HUGE problem.  It began when I was very young, so young, that I can't even remember it starting.  I'm not sure, but I think that it was caused by a combination of my extreme shyness, my inherited anxiety and the constant judgement that I felt at home. I'm sure there must have been some other contributing factors, but those stand out in my memory.   This paralyzing fear was the most distressing with people I didn't know very well or not at all but it certainly manifested itself persistently with my family members as well.  I felt like their eyes were there to scrutinize, evaluate, judge and, having found me lacking, condemn me to the lowly position that I already knew I deserved.  Meeting those eyes for more than a microsecond glance, was far more than I could endure.  It became progressively worse as I grew older, becoming a form of daily torture throughout my junior high, high school and even college years.  You may think that I'm exaggerating, but I assure you that I am not.

At some point in high school, I made a decision that I would conquer this apprehension and I stubbornly did everything I could to maintain eye contact when I interacted with people.  I began to see it as a way to assert myself.  A way to boost my self-esteem, I suppose.  If I can maintain eye contact, then I've shown that I'm your equal and that you have no right to look down on me.  Not necessarily a healthy or accurate view, but it's what I told myself to keep moving forward in my efforts to conquer the eye phobia. So, with this objective firmly in mind, I spent years tenaciously confronting my phobia and, although it was an extremely difficult and lengthy process, the more I confronted it, the easier it got.

Eventually, I realized something:  EYES ARE BEAUTIFUL!  Eyes are deep.  Eyes are mysterious.  Looking into someone's eyes is like taking an adventure into someone's soul.  It's a chance to have a uniquely intimate experience with someone.  I soon became fascinated with eyes and this new found fascination with eyes became a driving force that eclipsed the fear of eye contact that had once dominated me.  I began to look forward to interacting with friends, acquaintances and even strangers.  Sure, it was still uncomfortable sometimes, especially when someone didn't want to make eye contact.  But the excitement of embarking on that ocular journey, kept me coming back for more day after day.  

Eventually, guess what?  I realized something else:  By making eye contact with others, not only was I exposing myself to a fantastic and unique experience, I was also bestowing value on the person who's eyes I was looking into. I was saying to that person, "You're valuable to me so please take this intimate journey along with me."    Our souls, spirits, psyches, essences, inner beings (or whatever else you would like to call it) intermingled for those moments whether they be seconds or microseconds.  What an amazing experience that we can have and share every freaking day of our lives.  (I know I'm a sappy dork, but this is who I am.).


One final thought: Have you ever thought about how there is NO ONE with ugly eyes?  At least, I have yet to see any that I'm not mesmerized by.  I suppose there may be some empty sockets around that aren't too pleasant to gaze into but there aren't many and typically if there is someone with an empty socket, then a few inches over, there is an amazingly gorgeous eye to behold.  Nope, NO UGLY EYES.  Just under appreciated eyes.  So, get out there and start appreciating.  Start sharing ocular moments.  You won't regret it.

Now, GO with God, DIG deep!  GAZE into each others eyes and LOVE my Fellow Earth Babies!