skyflyz wrote:So here's a nifty example of what I was talking about. And yes, this is ruminations over something that happened so many years ago I seriously shouldn't even be thinking about it. But something clicked and I put 2 and 2 together and realized I was feeling bad about something when I had no reason to.
I had a work friend/acquaintance many years ago who was a big time extrovert. Put him anywhere on earth and he'd find a way to make friends in a flash. Anyhow, one time I was driving somewhere with him in the passenger seat and he was complaining how I drove like a little old lady. I don't remember what I said if anything in response. But I never even thought to dispute this. I figured he was right and I was a terribly timid driver, which was uncool.
So flash forward a bit.. I'm a passenger in his car along with some other people. Suddenly lights come on and he's being pulled over by a cop.. and guess what for. Reckless driving! Yet at the time it never clicked that it was HIM being a reckless driver, not me being an "old lady". Somewhere in the recesses of my brain I had been munching on that, and when the opportunity arose for me to beat myself up again over something that happened ages ago, I realized it was HIM, not me.
A change in perspective can do a lot for your well-being and self-esteem.
Parador wrote:Good one. I gave up that mindset a long time ago when I was a kid - because the adults around me were total idiots or jackholes. Both my parents were alcoholics. I thought that was normal for a while. I can't remember at what point I figured out how messed up it was.
I can. I was at my friend's house for dinner. His parents creeped me out because they were always talking to me, asking me questions. It reminded me of the way my mother would ask me about stuff when she was actually mining for something to yell at or punish me for. So all through the dinner I sat quietly, listening and observing, trying to figure out what was wrong with his parents.
Later, walking home, it hit me that maybe
my parents were the ones who were ###$ up. As soon as I looked at it that way, it all fell into place. I figured that all the parents I had encountered where like acting like TV parents, but as soon as the doors closed and the cameras shut off, they became chaotic monsters. That was the first and probably greatest epiphany of my young life.
So again, it's all about perspective.