Case 1- If you get a hit on the back of
your head and then spin around and see that it was caused by a small tree branch
that fell, then how do you feel?
Case 2- If you get the exact same hitting sensation
on the back of your head and then spin around and see that it was because you
were struck by someone holding a small tree branch in their hand, then how do
you feel?
Do you
quickly rub your head and then get on with your day in the first case?
Do you take
the second case personally and does it then result in a rush of intense potentially
long lasting negative uncomfortable feelings compared to the first case?
What does
it mean to take things “personally” and all the unwanted baggage that goes with
that?
“How could she talk to me like that!”
“I can’t believe he treated me that way!”
“I can’t believe he treated me that way!”
“Who do they think they are?!”
Is it
possible that being unhappy/miserable/suffering boils to down to taking things
personally? But how could I not take
things personally when someone just did or said something to ME?
I think
this points to the question of who we think we are (and sometimes we are even told
exactly that (often in a very loud voice) as in; “Who (the hell) do you think you are!” Maybe the best answer to
that is; “Good question!”
Who am I?
- Am I my body? – If so then if certain
body parts are removed or change am I less myself?
- Am I my thoughts? – If so then
my thoughts (and even core beliefs) have changed since I was born – does that
mean I am not “me” anymore?
- Am I the totality of my life
experiences? – If so then would I not be “me” (the me inside that observes
& remembers) if I had had different experiences (e.g. grew up in a
different country)?
- Ask the same question (i.e. “Am
I this, Am I that?) and the answer always comes back as “Well, yes and no”. It seems that nowhere I look
do I find a stable enduring sense of “me” other than just this “feeling”.
Have I said
and done things I never imagined I would ever say or do (answer = for sure!).
So is it
possible that even I myself am not 100% sure who “I am”?
I think so.
If even I
myself am not sure who “me” is then how could anyone else really know who “I am”?
If no one
else can know who I am then how could anything they ever do really be “to me”? Whatever
they do is, at worse, being done to their version of who they think I am, as
opposed to the “real” me – which is not even really knowable anyway.
Add to this
that most of us spend our time worrying and thinking about how everything
relates back to ourselves (the internal narrative that is mostly an ongoing
story of “me”). Given all that then whatever goes on is likely not really about
“me” at all. That does not mean that things are to be ignored but rather that
seeing them for what they really are means seeing that things happen as a result
of all kinds of factors that do not all revolve around “me”.
So if you
come at me with a stick I will still run or turn to defend myself, but I will
do so with trying to see what is happening from an understanding that trying to
hurt me is not so much about “me” and
likely more about what is going on in the other person. Taking things less
personally in this way feels like a path to less misery. At least it has for me
so far as I continue in my “n of 1 trial”
that is trying to answer/live out the question: “How to live?”
What do you
(whoever “you” really are!) think?