The first laptop computer that I ever owned I bought on credit at Office Depot and, long after it was paid off, and while I was using it every day, my ex husband put his fist to the screen in a fit of rage. It's probably written in a journal that I would have to dig around for a while to find, but I can't even recall now why we were arguing. At the time, I was devastated. I'm a writer and that was my primary way of not only doing my school work but also publishing my work to the internet on my blog. I could still use it if I plugged it up to an external monitor. That was how I worked on anything that was saved to the Toshiba after the fist smash happened. Of course, as amends for his terrible temper, violent and rash behavior, I almost immediately was allowed to order a cheap tiny shiny pink one for half the price and half the capabilities of my trusty old Toshiba. It's weird how the past sneaks up on you sometimes with an unpleasant memory of some shit that you'd rather just forget. Maybe I need to tell my story before my brain forgets, though. These things keep tugging at me like getting your belt loop caught on something suddenly when you're running for the door with your hands full. Too busy living life to slow down and take just a second.
Sometimes being busy is a good distraction from the worries that would otherwise unnecessarily preoccupy one's mind. Sometimes being busy is an escape from thinking about the traumatic things that you lived through that you can't scrub from your memories. Unfortunately, being too busy can lead to being too distracted to both properly care for not only yourself but also others who may depend on you.
Quiet days like today, when something unknown seems to be tugging at me, urging me to do something, something like come here to write, I find it impossible to concentrate on much else until this feeling inside me to communicate is sated, and so...
Now that I think about it, my ex husband took, traded, sold (or who knows what?!?!), or destroyed a lot of my favorite things over the years. From seemingly "insignificant" things like my favorite leather cd case, an old camera, my typewriter, gloves that belonged to my Aung Evelyn that I inherited. He was always apologizing and then attempting to replace my good-quality belongings with a shittier, cheaper version that was newer and shinier, even though it had usually cost half as much and was of poorer quality. Always dangling such things after a fight, as if the object of his apology were some kind of sick reward for sticking around. It's all just stuff, I know. Attachment leads to suffering and all...But some of the things were inherited. Some were things that could never be replaced. Some things were items of trivial value but the act of their destruction was traumatic. It makes me feel nauseous sometimes to think about all the things that I have endured at the hands of others just because I was too weak, meek, or polite to speak up, argue, or push back.
Just a few moments ago, while trying in vain to read a novel that I just am struggling to finish (it's due this week and will likely go back to the library unfinished by me), I started thinking about things that I could possibly do differently. I have been restless this morning thinking that I have something to do, or something to say. I suppose it is partly that I want to run around outside--literally--but it's suddenly too chilly for me to fool with all that this afternoon when I would be fighting against the cold of the relentless wind. So I was contemplating, unsatisfied with reading, not wanting to stare at my phone or play Minecraft, and I decided that I was ready to think about something a little different, try to gain a different perspective...
What keeps me from being a terrible person?
I KNOW, I KNOW!!! Some of you probably think that I AM ONE (ha!). But let's face it, I have never thrown something at someone while at an appointment in an office building with the intent to harm them, I haven't ever let toddlers in my care play with multiple potentially dangerous cleaning supplies while I just wasn't paying attention, I haven't ever taught my children/nieces/nephews to take advantage of the stupidity of others for their own monetary benefit, I haven't ever murdered anyone in cold blood (or hot or lukewarm blood either, for that matter), and I haven't ever kicked any puppies or old people.
I have done a shit-load of stuff that I am not proud of, said things that were hurtful to others that I will never forget and always regret, and I have abstained from action when I should have done something at all or simply taken action sooner. Those are some of the things that weigh the heaviest on me. The things that have and will affect my own children's mental health for the rest of their lives is what I worry about the most these days. I have had to come to terms that this constant worry stems from making what I think in my mind are major mistakes in the past. Does anyone else have this worry? Am I the only one concerned with what kind of people their children will grow up to be? I want to ensure that they will be strong and kind enough to not hurt other people when they are hurt! I can't be the only one concerned about these things. Surely.
Every single time I think about preparing my children for life beyond my own death, it takes me back to the conversation with Mom, all those years ago, that I always talk about here. I was just a teenager, we were in the darkened tv room, law & order playing in the background, and she had a book sliding from her her lap as she turned to grasp my arm and lean close, apologizing to me for bringing children into such a horrible world. It hurts so much because I'm here in my kitchen, typing away on a laptop that I saved up and bought just for this purpose, and, yet, at the same time, I am also in that darkened room with my Mother. Like so many of the other memories that I have and hold dear, I remember sitting there with her so close--I can still hear her words, feel the clutch of her hands upon my arm, the passion of her words. She loved us so much. I still love her so much!
And I feel the same way about my own children as I watch news of the world around us.
Our most recent work project has resulted in me perusing a bunch of our Aunt Evelyn's belongings--again--and finding a bunch of old pictures in a plastic bag. Along with tiny school pictures of me and my siblings and our cousins, there were also school pictures of her and her siblings. Seeing the pictures again, even knowing all the same information this time around as last, viewing them now hit me differently, for whatever reason. How thin my grandmother's arms were! She and her siblings were thinner in those school photographs during WWII than in any of the other photos. Maybe it is because I have matured enough to realize the same fears my own mother had expressed to me while she was approximately my current age. Maybe it is because my Grandmother is dead now too. Maybe it's because I am afraid of my children having to live in a future unknown to me. Oh! How I miss my Grandmothers. My Grandfathers. I miss my Mom. My bother. My cousins. I miss all of them!
So what keeps me from just doing whatever I want to do without any regard to what anyone else wants thinks or feels!?!?
And the answer is: nothing.
I am reminded of the words of Ram Dass:
"You're not beginning on the path, it's already over. You already are it, you're just busy thinking you aren't. So just relax and stop being busy thinking you aren't and you will be. It's not like you got to do anything, you don't have to get anything. You already got it. How silly."
It makes perfect sense to me now. Perhaps not everyone is familiar with Ram Dass or will agree that any of this makes sense. And that's okay. You don't have to understand yet. This is for me.
And how do I know that I will always be on the path? Because it's already over! I just have to keep reminding myself that I came back here for a reason. That I chose this. That I had more to learn.
How do I know that my children will turn out as good people? Because I have faith that the things that I teach them will persist beyond my death. I pray that the mistakes that I have made, admitted to, learned from, and taught others about will persist as well. I hope that some day my children can all look back at my life and say that I may not have been the best at who to trust with my heart, but that I fought hard to show them that even big mistakes made over a long time can be part of the path that leads where you were always meant to go. I hope at the end of this life they can say that I never stopped trying to show them that they can be good people and need not live in fear of admitting to and correcting whatever mistakes that they make in life.
I have lately been so bitter and angry toward certain people who have been instructing me on how I should be doing things in certain aspects of my life. I appreciate the concern, the efforts, and that they have a different perspective on how to go about living life. I say nothing to them at all about this bitter angst when there is ample opportunity, because, what would be the point? The longer I live, the more I realize that I cannot teach anyone anything if they aren't actually receptive to learning something. And the same goes for me. How can I learn anything from anyone if I do nothing but sit in judgment of them when we are trying to have a teaching moment, a dialogue, a debate, or a simple conversation?
In life, despite the words coming from people's mouths, you must also realize the position they are in and what they stand to gain from the words they are relating to their audience and, beyond that, what their ultimate goal is in communication with said audience. Observation of all of the verbal and nonverbal communication that you may receive, and taking a moment to form a response before you reply is pretty crucial to staying civil in many situations in personal and professional life that may be uncomfortable for whatever reason. I can lead by example and demonstrate that there is also another way to live life that those that I encounter may also not have considered before they met me, by responding in ways that are sometimes not common to them but that I have learned are appropriate, proportionate, and often expected. We are all given opportunities to learn things in life, and sometimes those things come in the form of receiving communication that is uncomfortable either in its delivery or reception. How you respond to those situations as you go through your life is very important. Despite whatever happened in the past, every future encounter with another person, obstacles to routines, significant life events, or shared experiences are opportunities to learn how things could go differently, if you make different choices both in how you respond and also how you interpret, process, and eventually accept what happens in life. We not only have choices about how we go about living our lives, but we also have choices about how we interpret how things happen in our lives. Are things happening around us, to us, despite us, because of us? What is the different interpretation of the situation depending on each of these viewpoints? How can that interpretation change our active or passive role in what is happening, or does it reveal that we play no role at all?
Some people that you encounter simply have a job to do and a bottom line to meet. Some think of life like they are on a mission or are otherwise quite determined to reach a lofty goal. Some are looking for an opportunity. Most are just living their lives while worried about their own personal issues. It is important to understand that when interacting with other people. Good manners go a long way to smoothing over an uncomfortable situation when you experience something uncouth, unexpectedly startling, intentionally provocative, or just plain bizarre. Having good manners and being able to keep my fucking mouth shut when other people are being unnecessarily cruel or rude to me, when they're telling me a story about themselves that they should be embarrassed of, or even when I am just encountering someone who seems to be in a negative mood--stepping back from making a judgmental remark about any of the aforementioned scenarios and replying as politely possible has, (mostly) all my life, kept me from being in the position to embarrass myself beyond what I have already had the pleasure and displeasure of living through. I have always tried to take each moment that sticks with me in my mind as a lesson to be learned somehow. Why do I keep thinking about that? How can I change the way that I think about that memory so that I can interpret it and accept it differently than I have in the past? Can looking at it from another perspective help me feel better about what happened? Very often the answer is yes, I can change the way that I think about things and when I reach a moment of profundity regarding the subject of my reflection, I am often relieved of the burden of thinking about that memory in such a negative way again. The new thought persists and helps guide me to a different understanding of the memory.
I have recently had the rather unfortunate experience of learning something the hard way again. You'd think that I would be getting used to that by now, AND YET, I'm occasionally surprised by how irritating it can be. Not nearly as irritating as trying to learn something from someone who you feel is not in the best personal position to be delivering such information. Normally, I wouldn't give two shits about the person educating me, as long as they can stay on task and actually teach me something. However, and it pains me to have to be so vague, believe me, I am absofuckinglutely at my wit's end with constantly being provided with help only to realize, once the help arrives, that I could have done better by watching youtube videos on the subject instead. A lot of the behaviors of the person that I am referring to remind me of some of the behaviors that I have had to work hard to try to overcome as a young adult, a mother, and even as far back as childhood. It's like I am getting a crash course on every bad behavior that I had to overcome to mature, all wrapped up in one human being who is supposed to be teaching me something very important.
Even though it is really funny when I make my complaints about the situation, I find myself realizing that this really is just a whole bunch of lessons that have come full circle for me. I was given grace, empathy, and kindness at times in my life when I really needed it and the least I can do is give a little grace to someone who is clearly struggling with handling their own workload and life balance. I get it. I also know that The Lesson has multiple layers, and I have to wait until I finish them all to see the bigger picture. And it may be years before this very story comes full circle for another lesson that I have yet to learn.
And so, rather than complaining further about my past or the current irritations of my life, I will leave you with the words of one of my favorite songs. Don't read too much into it. Remember, everything isn't about me. Most of it here is all about me, but sometimes, some of it is about YOU (a generalization not a specification!). Anyway, if you don't bother to listen to the song, I've included the words below. It's a good song and, like lessons and onions, it has layers:
"Finally
I can be true to a cause
I can be far from the money
I can be free from all jobs
And I know that sounds crazy
But everything does
We're all gonna to die here
At least we could try
At least I have nothing
Nothing to tie me down
Not even someone
I've got no more family in this town
I had such high hopes for the minds of
our generation
If we had some goals, we
could reach out and take them
Finally I've got nothing called
home
I know the true joy of sorrow
Of which I'm sharing alone
And I probably messed up
Made a mistake
At least it was mine
At least I can say
At least I have nothing
Nothing to tie me down
Not even someone
I've got no more family in this
town
I had such high hopes for the
minds of our generation
If we had some goals, we
could reach out and take them
Instead we're apart, no
movement to follow
We are just stuck inside their
business model
I probably die here
I probably will
I say it again
I'll scream out from hell
At least I have nothing
Nothing to tie me down
Not even someone
I've got no more family in this
town
I had such high hopes for the
minds of our generation
If we had some goals, we
could reach out and take them
Instead we're apart, no
movement to follow
We are just stuck inside their
business model" -- Saint Motel, Alexander Jackson, Aaron Sharp, Greg Erwin
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