Or Inside Out. Or Something.
Ever try turning one of your basic beliefs upside down? It’s weird. And I don’t mean something as simple as pretend you’re a
Democrat (Inky) or imagine yourself to be a fan of Dick Cheney’s. Although these may be a good place to
start, I’m thinking more of lifelong beliefs held close to the heart for some
reason.
I got to thinking about this a few years ago when I realized I just didn’t have
it in me to agree that life was great at all costs. I know that’s a real taboo in this society – one must LIVE, and
LIVE LARGE, and COLLECT A LOT OF STUFF, and ENJOY LIFE but I just wasn’t so
sure. In fact, I believed that we
kind of overvalued life, and have reduced it to the sentimental, sticky,
pink-heart fluff of love. But God
Forbid I should say that. I would
get drummed out of all the groups I hold dear.
This led me to ponder what else I held on to because
someone else had taught it to me, but that perhaps I had all screwed up or else had lost its utility.
In my family my dad was a big, gregarious guy much loved by
everyone around us. Inside the
family he was also big and gregarious, and although we mostly loved him we were
also scared to death of him. He
had a temper as big as all outdoors and you had to be pretty careful if you
didn’t want to be the one to set him off.
He loved “The Golden Rule” and used it to beat the bushes of
our childhood thoughts. “Do unto
others as you would have them do unto you,” he’d bellow right before he’d smack
my brother upside the head or across the butt with a belt. This philosophy went into my psyche slightly
askew. Well into my 40's I realized that I grew up
with a slightly twisted view of the Golden Rule and it went kind of like
this: Do unto others in order to
get them to do unto you in the same way.
Be nice to others so they would be nice to you. Give your new toy to Jimmy so he would
share his toys with you. Give your
guest the extra cookie so you can have the extra cookie when you go over to her
house. I didn’t catch the nuances
until I was quite grown up and living in my own house with my own husband and my
own kids and they totally did not get the drill. Here I was doing all this stuff for them and not a
single one of them understood that they were supposed to be doing stuff for
me!!
Dammit! I was
ticked. What kind of bargain was
this? Fortunately for me, through some pretty good
therapists and friends and some lucky coincidences I got to examine this and
rethink it. As opposed to just picking up my toys and leaving them all behind, which was my default position (and I have to say this did occur to me many times).
“Take care of yourself” was no longer a motto for the
uber-selfish. It was actually a
smart and sustainable way to live in the world. “Be nice” wasn’t about manipulating someone else into being
nice, I could choose to be nice because I liked myself when I was nice.
Doing unto others slowly emerged as something that I could
choose to do because it was a basic guideline for decent behavior. It was not about getting someone else
to do something…. I cannot tell you how long it took me to get it, but once I
did I continue to be amazed at how easy it really is. I mean it’s pretty easy to choose to do things because I like
to do them. It is hard as hell to
get other people to do things that I think they should do.
So, as weird as it felt to examine this basic belief it
turned out to be a good thing.
I
have yet to figure out if there is something good about being a fan of Dick
Cheney, and I’m not sure I want to try that one yet.
I think I’ll work on Osama Bin Laden first.