Surprising title after my rant at the doctor yesterday? Let's just say in the few hours since that post I've become free of the constraints of modern medicine. I've reclaimed the stewardship over my own body and now don't have to analyze every little ache, pain, snort or sniffle to fill my arsenal of answers for the quiz at the doctor's office. Just lettin' it be.
Over the few decades I've been alive(when saying 'a few' in relation to age it seems young, until you say 'decades')I have come to know something about myself. I am an extrovert.
There were days I was so sure I needed to be alone more, if I could just hide under the covers all would be rainbows and sunshine when I emerged from my cotton confinement. Instead I was more self-focused, more miserable. So I'd go to the other extreme, doing all that I thought others wanted from me, much to my detriment. A great therapist helped me learn that serving others didn't mean neglecting myself, that a healthy balance was to be found. I'm so grateful for her all these years later as I see that as a major intersection in my personal development.
After that I knew that being with people made me happy. I sought out social interactions when I felt depressed instead of avoiding them. Sometimes the only visible product may have been misery for those I associated with. For me it was part of my growth process, I was not experienced in complex social relations, it took time for me to understand some of the subtlty in relating. I'm grateful for those who put up with me then- in friendships, callings, family and marriage. Not that I'm perfect at it but I think now I'm not so torturous to be with.
Somewhere in this journey I found that I liked myself. I like being who I am, free to be uncertain, free to explore possibilities, free to make mistakes. It is wonderful to be with people who like me too, it's at least one thing we have in common. Often I find we also agree about liking them too.
Relating to people isn't always easy. But most of the time when I dislike a person it is because I haven't gotten to know them well enough yet. With the exception of Randy on Survivor. That guy is a jerk and I have no desire to get to know him. Unless it's in a therapy situation, which he needs desperately.
Everyone has something lovable and interesting about them, if they'll let you in enough to find it.
Lately there are days that I go 10 hours without interacting IRL with an adult. OK, other than this pleasant conversation:
"Did you find what you needed?"
"Yes, thanks."
"Would you be interested in a Target Visa card? You could save 10% on your purchases today."
"No, thank you."
"OK, have a good day."
"You too."
Multiple layers of subtle meaning. True textural embodiment of the human condition. Relating on this level does tax the mental faculties, especially when wrestling with a toddler to not grab gum, push the buttons on the debit card machine or tantrum herself right out of the cart.
Mercifully I have the internet. I can't imagine what kind of crazy I would be if not for the human interactions I find here. And by here I don't just mean the blog. Commenting on other blogs, reading the news, looking up psych journals, emailing, facebook, etc. Sometimes I wonder if I'm wasting alot of time here. Then I remember sanity has it's price.
I'm grateful for my interactions with you. I don't mention it often but I really get a high off of comments. The comments my family left on the post about them made me cry and miss them. Every comment I get I try to respond to, if I haven't it isn't a personal slight, just the sign of an unorganized brain and computer. I get by with a little help from my friends.
Have a great thanksgiving. love you.
(Imagine the great weekend I would have if you all commented!)