Soy Un Perdedor

“You should write some more about your past. We like laughing at you.”

I like laughing at me too, but I also find myself very judgmental of past James a lot of the time.

The thing is that I wasn’t the cool kind of loser who people are pulling for. I wasn’t an anti-hero who was rebelling against unfair treatment or the disadvantaged kid fighting against unfair odds. I didn’t sleep under the stairs awaiting my true calling or lose my uncle to a robber I let go because I was being arrogant. My home planet didn’t even blow up.

I was an annoying adolescent and teen.

I was a kid who needed people to think his life was difficult and tried to paint it that way. I was a kid who rebelled mostly because it got him attention and who desperately needed people to think he was unique, and never in good ways. I wanted to be tough even though I wasn’t. I was a brat with a lot of advantages that managed to snatch defeat from the jaws victory.

Here’s the thing though, all of these things were indications of there being something wrong in and of themselves.

Not something cool that earns you a leather jacket (if this was the 50s) or a Tumblr with a bunch of followers, but something that manifests in ways that leave you cringing at your behavior 20+ years later.

I try to remember this when I meet someone who reminds me of me (these are always the hardest people to deal with, they trigger stuff in us we have to be very mindful about). I feel an instinctive urge to smack them, to shock them out of this behavior that isn’t getting them what they want at all. I have to remember that someone who creates problems and issues or tells lies about their life or is trying to create an identity that does not fit their story is doing this for a reason.

It all comes back to my central belief about people: everyone, literally everyone, is doing the best they can with what they have.

None of us are capable of doing anything without a reason, and that reason makes sense to us. It may be misguided or stupid or selfish to the point of being evil, but it makes sense to them.

This does not mean every action is equal, or that every action is skillful and healthy.

Part of my job is helping people find a way to make these decisions in a better way. In a lot of ways, I often find myself trying to offer others what I wish someone could have offered me, without judgment. This allows me to see behind their actions and their stated intentions to see if there is a better way to do things.

I am constantly surprised by the things people go through that no one knows about, by how many things people keep to themselves that manage to express themselves in other ways.

I try to remember this when I meet people who rub me the wrong way or are annoying or just straight up weird. Everyone has a reason for why they are the way they are.

I would probably want to punch myself in the face though.

Kicking the Can

Okay, the blog this morning went off in 4 different directions. It was supposed to be light and funny and self-deprecating but turned all honest and real, and I need a minute to get it right.

So, here are some questions to ask yourself that might help you sit with difficult situations instead.

I’ll sort out the other blog tomorrow.

Or whenever I feel like it.

Questions.

What am I resisting here?

What comparisons am I making?

What are the thoughts associated with this feeling?

What would it look like if I embraced this exactly as it is, instead of wishing it was different?

Most things are neutral, it is our reaction to them that causes us to suffer. Some things are harder to accept than others, but this changes nothing in any real way. We are still responsible for what we do with them.

I am going to take my cat to the vet, and then find a project to work on outside.

In closing, a great quote someone brought to my attention recently:

Resistance to the disturbance is the disturbance.

Vernon Howard.

Take care.

Fives

Max was up all night crying about his foot (the fact that it sounds like “butt” when he says it becomes less and less funny the later it gets) and is now parked next to me watching Zootopia.

Again.

I still don’t like Zootopia.

Anyway, this isn’t about bashing a kids’ movie, but five sets of five cool things. Maybe I will do this from time to time as a way of covering up the fact that I am exhausted and want to die.

Movies

Amelie

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Bronson

13 Assassins

Spirited Away

Books

The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

Meditations by Marcus Aurelius

A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry

The Imperial Radche series by Anne Leckie

Scary Short Stories

The Dreams in the Witch House by HP Lovecraft

Great God Pan by Arthur Machen

The Willows by Algernon Blackwood

The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood

The Haunted Valley by Ambrose Bierce

Documentaries

Paris is Burning

Rich Hill

Happy People: A Year in the Taiga

The Other F Word

Welcome to Leith

Simple Ways to Make Your Life Better

Turn off all notifications on your phone except for phone calls. Nothing shows up on the lock screen except calls.

Only check things on your phone in predetermined, intentional batches

Put your phone away in the evening (I always fail on this one)

Go outside every day, no matter what the weather is like

Build something

So there, an impromptu list of lists. Max, by the way, is now fine, jumping around and laughing. He’s only sick when it’s time to sleep.

Recommend your own 5 things for these lists, I like finding new things.

Existing is a Privilege

“You could leave life right now. Let that determine what you do and say and think.”

Marcus Aurelius

We’ve talked about this before, but the morbidity of the name of my blog has come up a couple of times this week, so I thought another blog might not hurt. It is probably worth addressing every so often.

People are most likely bringing it up because I have mentioned that I am considering changing the name of my business to Dying Daily Counseling and Meditation. I love Amor Fati, but naming your business something that is hard to say and difficult to explain without having to discuss Nietzsche and Stoicism first doesn’t seem to be the best idea. I need a marketing department.

So, dying daily.

Here’s the deal, you are going to die someday.

Everyone you know will die someday.

If we bar religious stories from the mix, everyone who has ever lived, is currently living and will ever live, has died or will die someday. It is the common ground for all of us.

For me, nothing makes me more intentional with how I live or more mindful of how I treat people than being aware that I will die, and that it could happen at any time and any place.

I am not the main character in some story, I am just another human, one of over 100 billion who have ever lived.

As we’ve discussed here before, I probably won’t have some cool death scene or a premonition that it is coming, I will just die.

I will get t-boned in an intersection (they were Snapchatting) or I will be riding my bike and that same Snapchatter comes along. Maybe my house catches fire while we are asleep or my neighbor finally gets tired of me rocking Sugar Ray from my truck at 3am.

Just kidding, it’s Creed.

We all think we have all the time in the world, and I would bet that a great number of the dead humans out there thought the same thing.

But death sneaks up on us, you can’t plan for it. This can be a source of anxiety or a source of intentionality. It’s up to you.

I could leave life right now.

I don’t want to do or say or think anything that doesn’t matter or is negative. I don’t want to do or say or think anything that separates me from the people I love or from humanity as a whole. I don’t want to do or say or think anything that is waste of this short window of being I have been given. I screw up all, the time, but I try to better all the time too.

So, I don’t see the idea of keeping death present as being morbid or depressing. It helps me keep my focus on what matters and maintain an awareness that being alive is an awesome thing.

Existing is a privilege.

I want to remember that.

Do As I Say

What are the things you wish your kids would just take your word for?

This was a good question.

In general, I think that a lot of what parents freak out about is not worth it.

A lot of stuff is just part of growing up, and that is all there is to it. It doesn’t have a deeper meaning or moral context. This is what I wish they would listen to though.

Don’t drive under the influence. I think this generation is pretty smart about this, but there are always exceptions. It only takes one exception for you wind up dead.

Don’t text and drive. I don’t care how good you think you are, you suck at driving while doing this. Plus, the next time I miss a green light because you were too busy Snapchatting to look up, I may kill you myself.

Don’t get what you want at the expense of someone else.

Save the experimenting with drugs and alcohol for when you are over 21. Or for never. Hiding this adds so much risk for kids, and puts them into relationship with people they shouldn’t necessarily be in relationship with.

Do well in school. Get scholarships. Stay out of student loans. Definitely do not drop out.

Stay out of debt period.

Don’t buy into the nonsense that high school is the best days of your life. I feel really sorry for anyone who peaked at 17.

Learn another language.

­­Put your phone down. Learn to talk to people in real life. Go outside.

Learn to fix things yourself, this saves so much money.

Understand that being offended or having your feelings hurt doesn’t really mean all that much.

Be on time, work hard. This makes up for a lot.

So many things that seem huge now will not seem this way for very long. Give it a few days before reacting.

Don’t post everything on social media. It stays there forever, and you will regret it someday.

Irony is overrated and lazy. Sarcasm is even lazier.

I think it’s a tough world for kids these days, and I think they are often navigating without guidance from their parents. I had guidance, but ignored it and it never turned out well.

What are things you wish your kids would listen to you about?

What are the things you wish you had listened to?