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Own it.

So, here is the last comment/question from averageinsuburbia’s post about happiness.  She said, “Sometimes we are not made unhappy by HUGE things.  Do I say, my life isn’t as bad as Anna Karenina’s therefore I’ll just put up with it?”

As I said, I meandered off topic, and found myself talking about communication, ownership, and follow through.  Again, this isn’t a response to anything specific regarding averageinsuburbia, but just the thoughts and opinions that came to mind when I considered how we handle the “small things” that sometimes seem to plague our existence.  I can barely run my own life, and in no way imagine that I’m in a position to offer advice to someone else.  (Okay, I offer advice all the time, but I don’t really expect anyone to pay attention to it.)

So, the topic is basically this: 

There are things that get on my nerves to the point where I want to put a hurtin’ on my significant other/my child/my co-worker/my parent/random human beings.  But my life could be worse, so maybe I should just suck it up.  (Um…I don’t actually want to suck it up.  You know that, right?)

On Wednesday’s post, one of the questions was about deal breakers.  But there are also many small frustrations that can daily build up to create unhappiness in our lives.  They may not be “choose to stay or choose to leave” issues, but in a way, these are almost harder to deal with because of their relative insignificance.  I mean, it’s mentally and emotionally easier to leave your spouse for philandering, than it is to leave him for being sloppy.  Sloppy is not a love-crushing betrayal; it’s an annoyance.  That makes you want to pull your hair out one strand at a time.  Some things you can’t live with and some you simply don’t want to live with.

If you do choose to just suck it up, I think you can also decide not to be unhappy about that.  You can TRULY accept – which means that you choose to let it go, and refuse to let it get to you any longer.  Acceptance does not mean you keep your mouth shut, but shoot him dirty looks, huff and puff, slam things around, and otherwise make sure he’s also unhappy, even though he doesn’t know what he did wrong.  

How do you annoy me, let me count the ways…

I’m going to say something that people don’t like to hear: it’s your problem, not theirs.  They don’t have a problem.  If it doesn’t bother them, then it’s not their problem.  If they don’t even know it’s an issue at all, then it can’t possibly be their problem.

When I talk to people about this, I get blank stares, or they keep going as though I didn’t say it, or they nod their head and agree with me and then immediately contradict it.  That happened just last night, as I was talking to a co-worker about her boyfriend.  They have a child together, but don’t live together, and she wishes he would do more to support and care for the baby.  She told me, “Last time I saw him, he gave me a bunch of diapers and wipes.  I thought, she can’t eat diapers or wipes!” 

I told her that I was just writing about this very thing: instead of focusing on what the other person is or is not doing, consider what you can do differently.  There are always options, steps we can take. 

Sometimes we just need to change the way we view the situation.  She can attempt to alleviate her frustration with him by adjusting her viewpoint of his situation: he isn’t around the baby as much as she is, he has no other children, and so he really has no clue what a baby needs.  Maybe he’s not doing more because he just doesn’t know how to do more.

She can take action: I suggested she make him a list of things the baby needs.  “See what happens.  I imagine he’ll start buying the things on your list.  I don’t have children, so I’d be buying diapers and wipes, too – those are things I’m sure a baby needs.”  She nodded her head; she understood that.  “He has no idea that he’s buying the wrong things.  As long as you don’t communicate your needs to him, then it’s your issue – it’s on you, not him.”

She nodded again, “Yeah I know.”  Two beats.  “But I just think he should step up more and be a bigger help without me having to tell him what to buy.”

I couldn’t help laughing.  “Oh my goodness!  You are my post!” 

The truth is that it’s not that easy to turn away from our emotional upset, and instead focus on changing our own behaviors.

Take off those blinders!

Ultimately, we are in charge of our own happiness.  It’s really nice to blame other people, but the truth is that we allow things to bother us.  We think we can’t help it, but we can.  We put blinders in front of our eyes and refuse to see options, refuse to focus on ourselves, to see where we can change.  Our sights are set on the other person, what we want them to do or not do, be or not be.

I’ve talked to a lot of people who were unhappy with an interpersonal situation, but refused to accept any responsibility for their own happiness.  The only option they were willing to consider involved the other person making a change; they were blinded to anything else.  Basically, I think they were clinging so tightly to their anger, bitterness and resentment, that they were unable to see past those emotions.  I don’t think that we necessarily want to feel those negative emotions, but when we do, we can’t seem to let them go.

Options?  What options?  Do not speak to me of options, woman!

One often avoided option is simply to communicate what you’re feeling.  And I don’t mean all that complaining you’ve been doing to your friends, sister, co-workers and family pet. 

In my personal and professional experiences, I have observed that people do not communicate.  Even when they think they do. We speak volumes with silence, expecting the other person not only to notice, but to understand what we’re not saying.  “If you don’t know, then I’m not going to tell you!” But I reserve the right to make your life miserable when you don’t figure out what I refuse to tell you.  It makes absolutely no sense.  Or we scream so loud that nothing is heard over the din. Or we talk and talk and talk, never saying what really needs to be expressed.

We also avoid following through.  If dirty socks left on the floor is the bane of your existence, and you choose not to put up with it any longer, then there should be calm communication to express the issue and find a resolution. If the agreement is that those socks will be thrown in the trash, then you must never again scream or fume about dirty socks left on the floor. You must be willing to pick them up and throw them in the trash. Communicate your issue, calmly come up with a solution together, and follow through. After a time, one way or another, there will be no more dirty socks to walk over.

I mostly find that people are not willing to follow through.  Perhaps they are unwilling to let go of their emotions, their anger and righteous indignation.  For some of us, throwing those socks away would involve a great deal of emotional detachment: but, what if he runs out of socks?  I can’t let him run out of socks.  But those socks cost money!  But that’s wasteful!  But those are new socks!  

But, but, but, but.

Understand that those are your buts – you are thinking, saying, feeling those so-called reasons not to follow through.  You alone are in charge of how you think and what you do.  We allow our buts to keep us from following through with the agreed upon course of action, and yet somehow, in our mind, it’s still the other person’s fault.

Conflict resolution requires a certain amount of emotional disconnect; you have to be willing to do things that are against your emotional nature.  You have to be willing to let the other person suffer the consequences of their own actions.  At its simplest, throwing away the socks is an exercise in behavior modification.  It’s a sharp, or humorous, or shocking reminder to the other person that they agreed to stop that behavior.  On a deeper level, creating this agreement and then not following through is the same thing as saying, “I know I made a big stink over this, but it’s not really that big a deal to me.”  Following through with throwing away the socks is a way of reinforcing that this is important to you.

It’s your choice.

A friend was once complaining to me about doing laundry for her grown son, who “doesn’t appreciate it.”  He doesn’t thank her, and he doesn’t help out around the house.  I asked her, “How did you start doing his laundry in the first place?  Did he ask you to do it?”  Well…no.  “So stop.”

“But if I stop, then he won’t have clean clothes.”  Her but, not his – and yet it’s his fault.

We all do this at one time or another.  He’s a grown man, and he has the choice of doing his own laundry, wearing dirty clothes, or going naked.  She has absolutely no responsibility for that whatsoever.  But she chose to take that task on for herself, she chooses not to stop, and she chooses to blame him for all of it.  He should know; he should do; he should…  

I wondered if he even wanted her to do his laundry, and asked if she had considered that.  Maybe he doesn’t act appreciative in the ways that she expects (don’t get me started on expectations) because he thinks she wants to do it, as opposed to doing it because she feels obligated.  Maybe he doesn’t want her to touch his dirty underwear, but doesn’t want to hurt her feelings, since she clearly likes doing this motherly thing for him.  I also questioned whether or not he knew what kinds of things she wanted his help with, and found that she doesn’t ask for his help.  Because, you know, he should just intuit what to do.

Or maybe it’s not your choice.

Now here’s something to wrap your mind around: she has taken his choice away from him.  Do you think he would choose to let his mother to do something “nice” for him, when she actually resents it?  Do you think he would choose to be complained about to anyone who will listen?  Do you think he would really choose not to help her, if he knew she needed it?

By not communicating with him honestly, she has denied him any choice in these matters, and at the same time condemned him for the results of those choices he had no part in.

I made suggestions: that she talk to him about it, that she simply stop doing it, that she ask him to do specific things that would help her out around the house.  There are always options.  But she absolutely would not consider any suggestions that involved taking ownership of the situation herself.

Ownership

On the other hand, I recently had a co-worker say to me, “I busted my butt all last week to get that done.  It always falls to me, I always bust my butt, and I always resent it.  It just occurred to me last night that she never asked me to do that.  So I shouldn’t be holding that against her.  I can’t keep blaming her for something I chose to do.  It’s clearly not important to her, but I put that pressure on myself.”

You have to be not just able, but willing to set aside what you feel and rationally examine the whole of the situation.  That means taking into consideration what the other person feels, differences in personality and viewpoint, various options for working together, and most importantly, your own culpability.

One thing I can tell you is that taking ownership over the issues that cause you frustration and irritation can change your relationship.  In my co-worker’s case, I can guarantee that her boyfriend knows something is wrong, even if he doesn’t know what it is.  And he may not intend to act on the anxiety that causes, but it will show.  It may come out as irritation and shortness of temper, sullenness, silence or anger.  She in turn will react to his behavior, and so on and so on.  These emotions build one upon the other, until a relationship is destroyed under their weight.  Because he bought diapers instead of formula.  

If she wrote him a list, I bet he’d be glad to receive it.  For one thing, it would alleviate any pressure and anxiety he may already feel in his own right.  For another, being knowledgeable about what her needs are will build a confidence in his ability to meet those needs.  Subsequently, he will be likely to offer up more of himself in the future.  And when her expectations and desires begin to be fulfilled, then she will unconsciously start to interact with him differently, which will prompt him to treat her more gently as well.  That emotional build-up will be working for them instead of against them.

Results

I can tell you this, because it worked for me.  I looked at my relationship and finally understood that all the frustrations and irritations I felt were my problem to resolve.  If I wanted the relationship to change, then I had to change myself.  And so I changed the way I viewed the other person, from a place of judgement and condemnation, to a place of compassion.  I changed the way I responded to this person’s words and behaviors, teaching myself to react in accordance with their motivations, instead of according to how they made me feel.  I learned to be a supporter, a helper, and an ally.  I stopped being a criticizer and started looking for ways I could ease the burdens this person carries.

As my behaviors began to change, so did theirs.  I had no idea before how much of my disapproval had been evident, and it made me ashamed.  As my disapproval moved toward acceptance, and finally to appreciation, those positive emotions were mirrored back to me in ways that I scarcely had imagined possible a year before.

So, that’s what I think about that.

Items of Interest:

Who Said Life Was Supposed To Be Happy by averageinsuburbia

To Be, Or Who I Was Meant To Be: That Is The Question by Mind Margins

Is Life Supposed To Be Happy by me

Being in the thick of things isn’t all it’s cracked up to be by 365daysinthegarden


Is Life Supposed To Be Happy?

My friend averageinsuburbia wrote a post last week about the nature of happiness.  A co-worker had loaned her a book, with the commendation, “It’s a hoot!”  Turns out it wasn’t a hoot.  It was totally depressing.  When she mentioned this, her friend “reared back and said, ‘Who told you life was supposed to be happy?'”  Naturally, this interaction ran through her mind when she woke up one recent Sunday, feeling “so crushingly sad, about everything and nothing at all”, that she couldn’t eat:

“It takes a lot to turn me on food, so when I am not even tempted by the cake I’ve hidden in the freezer under bags of peas and corn, I know something is wrong.”

After she was feeling better (and the cake was gone), she wrote about it.  Cause that’s what we do.  At the end of her post, she asked, “Is life supposed to be happy?”  

What a fascinating question.  

Whether or not life is “supposed” to be happy is strictly a matter of opinion, depending on personality, religion, life experience.  I don’t think I believe that things are supposed to be one way or another.  I’m still mulling this over, but I’m thinking that what matters is what you will into existence for yourself.  What matters is how much you are willing to fight for happiness, and what you are willing to sacrifice for it.

Averageinsuburbia said, “I kinda thought that was what we were striving for, ‘Pursuit of happiness’, with the goal being happiness.”  Personally, I have spent most of my adult life not knowing HOW to pursue my happiness.  To begin with, I didn’t know what would make me happy.  And if I ever got a glimpse of what it might be, I sure as hell didn’t know how to go after it.  In the meantime, I mostly ran in circles.  I wasn’t always unhappy, but I’ve never felt a “Dream Life” kind of happiness – dream job, dream spouse, dream kids, dream house.  Maybe we don’t all get to have that kind of happiness.  I’ve known people like that, who can’t wait to get to work because they love it so much, and their personal life just brings them so much continual joy and…you know.  But most people I know are just like me: we have our moments of true, giddy happiness, and basically our lives are pretty okay.  Maybe it ain’t great, but it’s not too bad, either.  

For the most part, I’m not happy or unhappy.  I’m just living.

It’s only been in the last year that I have come to understand that I can be more.  That there are things I can do – and that I’m capable of doing them – that will bring a real, sustained happiness and contentment to my life.  For me, that “pursuit of happiness” is a pursuit to be fulfilled.  And though being fulfilled involves my career, creative outlets, financial security, relationships, et cetera… ultimately, that fulfillment is wholly internal.  It’s how I feel about myself.  I don’t think you can be truly happy, in the kind of rainbow happiness that arcs over the whole of your life,  if you are unhappy with who you are.  Or if you don’t like yourself.  Or you don’t believe in yourself.  If you don’t believe that you are, or are heading toward, who you could be.

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I originally just intended to write about a comment on her post.  All of the comments were wonderful and interesting, bringing up such variables as contentment vs happiness, serious vs petty problems, the concept of “supposed to”, comparing our lives with other’s, happiness as an illusion, and the healing qualities of chocolate cake.  But the most intriguing comment, to me, came from averageinsuburbia herself.  It was actually a list of questions, which really caught my attention.  I started answering on her blog, but it just got too long.  Besides, I think her questions are well worth sharing here.

Here is her comment, broken down with my responses.  Obviously, my answers are based on my own life experience, and don’t take all situations into consideration.  And like any opinion, they’re certainly open to debate.

“One thing that really bothers me about reading a depressing story is that I feel afterward that I don’t have a right to be unhappy.”
Whether you had a cushy, easy life compared to someone else’s has no bearing. Should you feel sad for them? Well, that’s compassion, so sure. But their misfortune shouldn’t stop you from finding joy in your own life.  Likewise, their hard life doesn’t negate the validity of your darker emotions.  We all have “the right” to feel however we feel.

Of course, often we don’t appreciate what we have, and being reminded of that makes us feel kind of bad for complaining about our trifling little hardships – we feel guilty.  But we’re only human, so you have to cut yourself a break.  You wouldn’t feel the way you do if you weren’t a nice and compassionate person in the first place.

“When do you accept a situation and say “I guess I can live with it” or decide you can’t live with it?”
That is an individual choice. Mostly, we avoid the choice. We don’t like that we have to make it; we don’t want to make it.  We want things to go our way without having to put in any extra effort, and we resent that we’ve been “put in the situation” of having to make hard and miserable decisions.  So we don’t really accept it, but we don’t put our foot down either.  Instead, we silently martyr ourselves – we sacrifice our happiness to the status quo.  Only nobody knows it but us.  We may think we’ve made ourselves abundantly clear, but as long as you “live with” whatever it is, then what point are you making?

I guess you know when you actually CAN’T live with it. I chose to stay married for 2 years longer than I should have. I chose to leave that marriage when I could NOT live with it any longer. In the meantime, I chose to allow myself to be unhappy.  Sure, I had plenty of reasons, but the truth is that choosing to stay was easier than choosing to leave.  Until it wasn’t.

“How far do we go to find happiness? How many people are we willing to upset to find happiness?”
How far are you willing to go?

How important is their happiness to you? Are you willing to sacrifice their happiness for yours? Are you willing to sacrifice your happiness for theirs? Is there a place to meet in the middle? Have you expressed to them what would make you happy? Have you been honest with yourself about what will make you happy?

So…

I saved one question for Friday since it got a little off topic and, per usual, I got too long winded.  In the meantime, what do you think about all this?

Is life supposed to be happy?

How do you define your own happiness?

What’s your criterion for “putting up with it” or “putting your foot down”?

How far do we go to find happiness?

How much of yourself – what you already are and already have – are you willing to sacrifice for what you could be and could have?

Items of Interest:

Who Said Life Was Supposed To Be Happy?  by averageinsuburia

To Be, Or Who I Was Meant To Be: That Is The Question by Mind Margins

Happiness is A Feeling that You Have to Bless Yourself With (aisjournal.com)

Stop Comparing and Start Being Happy (thetruthwarrior.wordpress.com)

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Baby Island and book spine poems

Last week, averageinsuburbia posted about book spine poems.  I thought they were super neat.  But what got me really excited was a book in one of her poems, Baby Island.  Baby Island is my favorite book from when I was a kid.  I think I read it every year up until I was in my twenties or something.  Which may seem ridiculous, but it was like a book security blanket: a quick and easy read, a sweet and simple story.  Pleasant.  It made me happy. continue reading…