Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Please Don't Pet the Peeves

The writing assignment was “Your Pet Peeve,” so here it is in 700 words more or less…I hope it will resonate with some of you.

I am always going to be the creative, introverted, over curious, over sensitive, “not so good at real life,” type. Generally, I’m ok with that, in fact since I don’t know how else to be, I’m rather fond of it! BUT, I deeply resent having it shoved in my face to justify someone treating me like I’m some lesser form of broken, or incomplete human: not quite a real adult. I am tired of never measuring up because I was not made to work in a cubicle, and drive my safe SUV to my McMansion, in my safe little suburb. I have never received a blue print for, nor do I have the skills to build, that sort of life: even if I wanted it. There is nothing wrong with that choice, but it’s not the only valid choice! I’m not going to devolve into criticizing someone else’s path just because I’m biologically hardwired to reject that path. Security, and stability are important, and human beings co-evolved to reward conformity. These are facts, I get it!

I am not some overindulged child playing an elaborate game of make believe and finger painting. I work very hard, I wrestle frequently with the kind of thoughts and ideas that cause most of the population to bury their heads in the television. When I sit down to work, every one of my demons is there waiting for me, and I have to push my way through the crowd, make space in a shit-storm of fear, insecurity, and shame, sit down in all that noise, and do my job. I do hard things, and I am brave, every single day, with no promise of a positive outcome, or payoff. I have maintained a marriage for twenty-five years, and anyone who’s been married for five months knows that’s not easy. When I say I’ll do something, I will do it. Every. time.  I am ALWAYS the person who steps up – and cleans up – when the shit hits the fan. I have a lot of responsibilities, that I take too seriously. I make choices based on my values, not because of some promise of a reward in this world or beyond. That’s what adults do. 

In other-words: I adult harder than most nine to fivers do before they’ve finished their morning commute. I am completely, and totally responsible for my success, or failure. There is nowhere to pass the buck. I am the boss, accounting, shipping, sales, production, and the guy who cleans the toilets. This is not a game, and I am not playing!

I respect and am grateful for the freedom I have, but others are only too happy to claw greedily at my time because they perceive it has no value. Their excuse is always the same: I don’t have to show up at work from nine to five, therefore I can work anytime. Let me tell you right now, so there isn’t any doubt. NO, I can’t. By the time I deal with feeding cats, scooping litter, making breakfasts, packing lunches, and putting out whatever fires need extinguishing, all I want to do is deposit a penny in my savings account, and think about what I’m going to order at Milliways. Douglas Adams references aside, I am not quick to focus on non-urgent tasks, and I have ADHD which makes me alternatively hyper-focused and unable to focus at all. I survive using structure, and discipline, both of which require strict boundaries on time.

I like pleasing people – hello, Chef and Writer – I get a great deal of fulfillment from earning approval, but, I have learned that I cannot rely on others to set boundaries. That’s why I’m such a prick about time, and not over-committing myself in any aspect of my life. I realize it means I have to say no a lot, and I realize people don’t like to hear me say no…a lot. I truly value my friends and family, and the time I spend with them. I cannot be fully present and enjoy the people I care about if I’m resentful, hurt, frustrated, or worried that I am not getting anything done on the work I feel I was put here to do. So, if I do something for you, or with you, it is because I chose to do it. I do not owe it to you! You do not get to discount the value of that choice because it didn’t take time away from my “Job.” 

It did!

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