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Archive for September, 2009
Emotions and Bungee Jumping Do Not Mix
Sep 28th

Now just about any time a guy bungees off the Rio Grande Bridge in New Mexico…I’ve got to figure his Emotional Guidance System had something to do with that decision. I can think of no fact-based reason to make such a jump and I can think of about a million fact-based reasons making such a jump is a really bad idea.
One of which is what happened to the guy in the tape I just watched. The guy that jumped off the bridge….and ever-so-slightly miscalculated the distance from the bridge to the rocks. Turns out the drop was about twenty feet less than figured…not that you’d expect two guys into this sort of thing to be math geniuses.
So, yes, John, the buddy taping the jump is heard saying something like this, “And there goes Andy! What a thrill! What a leap! You da man!……..Oh, God….I just watched Andy die.” Pan to a blob of jeans and orange jacket on the rocks below. (Now, I don’t know how you are with your friends, but I have to say…I’m a little troubled that buddy John continues the taping and the play-by-play.)
Later, John is videotaping his bud, Andy, this time from his hospital bed. John says, “I knew I shouldn’t jump that day, I knew something wasn’t right (so far, we still have the Thinking Guidance System trying to stay in charge)….but then, (here’s where the Emotional Guidance System adds its two cents)…but then…it’s just that we’d driven all that way to get there and everything…”
The point here is that when we decide to do something or to keep doing something just because we’re so far in we don’t want to admit that all the effort thus far has been for naught…that’s our Emotional Guidance System blabbing and blabbing. Which is how I explain ending up in this hideously over-crowded, over-priced restaurant in some tiny Colorado town over a hundred miles from where I intended to stop for lunch. I’d driven north from Denver thinking (?) I’d find just what I had in mind…a lodge-looking mountain kind of place with excellent steaks and college football on at least two screens…on the outskirts of the city.
When I didn’t find the lodge/sports bar on the outskirts, I thought…I should turn around because I very hungry…but then saw the sign for Boulder…I thought what the heck…For sure, there’ll be a lodge/sports bar in Boulder…When I didn’t, I thought, I should turn around because I’m starting to get faint with hunger…which made me crave that steak even more….
And, there was the sign pointing to Estes Park which is on the edge of the Rocky Mountain National Park…There’s got to be a lodge/sports bar in Estes Park…what the heck, what’s another thirty-five miles….Of course, I hadn’t factored in the car hauling the double trailer about twenty cars ahead of me that never went over 18 miles per hour.
Thus weak and shaking I arrive in Estes Park….to discover that the place is over-run with tourists in town for Octoberfest (Yes, I noticed it was still September, too.)…I thought, hey, I should just cut my losses, chew another stick of gum and go back to Boulder or even Denver…then I thought “it’s just that I’d driven all that way…” and here I am a hundred miles from my hotel eating corn dogs standing up…
The point: When you realize you aren’t absolutely sure your bungee cord is shorter than the distance to the rocks, settle for any ole café on the way out of town.
Who Left Me in Charge of My Life? What? Are They Crazy?
Sep 24th
HOW WE THINK about a PROBLEM directs our TIME, ENERGY, MONEY, and WORRY
Okay…Dangerous water here, I know. Weight loss is definitely the preoccupation of the nation and, while before we only drove ourselves nuts…the facts are childhood obesity has jumped into ugly focus. Before a word reaches your eyes…keep in mind… Pledge One: “I, Barbara DeShong, am as nutty and emotionally driven as anyone on the planet.” No preaching or “expert” psycho-babbling here. One of my irresistible Texas favorites is Mexican food which I just enjoyed in Denver, so my “failings” are interstate.
How we think about a symptom directs how we spend our time, energy, money, and heartfelt worry, attempting to make a difference.
Option A: Childhood obesity is on the rise because of EVENTS and the ENVIRONMENT.
If we believe this, we launch programs to change the events and the environment. We take soft drink machines out of schools, we force the convenience stores across from schools out of business, we applaud fast food franchises for offering apple slices instead of french fries. We serve angel food cake at birthday parties. We buy exercise equipment. We IGNORE the fact that soft drink machines and convenience stores across from schools were in place long before the current dilemma.
Option B: Childhood obesity is on the rise because of a LACK OF INFORMATION.
If we believe lack of information to be the problem…that is, we believe we are overweight because we just can’t figure out how it happens– we will teach the food pyramid and how calories are used in the body. We will petition school boards to buy more bulletin board materials on healthy eating. We will buy books on dieting and weight loss. Since obesity is a highly complicated and cutting edge science, we will buy every new book that promises to have discovered “the secret.” We will buy magazines with a new diet on the cover and filled with pages models in clothes no one we know could wear. We IGNORE the fact that, logically, if more information on diet and exercise made a difference…all of us would be thinner and in better shape…since we have way more information (If you count saying the same thing a thousand different ways as information) now that we did in the 1950′s.
Option C: Childhood obesity, like other “symptoms,” is on the rise due to ANXIETY and DIFFICULTIES in managing ANXIETY …difficulty making choices based on long-term benefit over getting rid of anxiety NOW.
No blame here. We got into this shape honestly responding to the emotional systems of which we are a part. If we believe individual difficulties in managing anxiety…in the parents and the children…is resulting in an increasing pattern of over-eating and under-exercising—we realize we could invest time, energy, and sometimes money into strenthening the child’s, and our own, ability to think and manage anxiety. Remember the migration of the wildebeest (found by searching wildebeest on this site)…We’re just trying to get a little more toward the center of the herd. Since we as parents know the problem…
Don’t worry, I ducked when you threw that plate at me. I don’t like it either…focusing on events and information…is so comforting. Plus, I must go to the vending machines and find some Tums.
INDIANAPOLIS…See you there.
Sep 21st
I will be in Indianapolis next week. I will be eavesdropping and lurking at Bouchercon. Say hello, why don’t you.
What Kind of People Do You “Hate?”
Sep 17th
Bumper sticker on the back windshield of a car: I HATE STUPID PEOPLE. Ouch.
In the nonfiction I’ve started (See: Beyond Stress Management, Defining a Self with a Smile), I’ve asked fellow travelers to sign the following pledge.
I,_____________, am as nuts as everyone else on the planet. As a start on freedom. To get out from under the burden of a life spent trying to convince ourselves and others that we aren’t.
Is this asking too much? Maybe. My special person read the pledge and said, “Whoa! Lots of people are going to balk at admitting that.” “That’s just the point,” I say, “the whole point of the book is to quit taking ourselves so seriously all the time.” He said, ”Maybe that’s what you’re thinking, but I think you will find out most people would rather believe in their superiority.”
“But defending our superiority, defending the idea that we are the only ones who know how to do things right, takes so much time and energy. We have to be on guard all the time, fending off evidence, arguing, and uselessly trying to convince other people that we are ‘right’ and they are ‘wrong’. I’m not saying each of us doesn’t have a point of view. I’m not talking about religious beliefs or political leanings or decisions on how to raise children…I’m talking about the time wasted on issues that don’t matter, time wasted being anxious…whether you should pre-soak stains, avoid sugar, avoid television, drive in the right lane, private school over public school, seek plastic surgery… I’m talking about letting go of ‘being right’ as a way of life.”
Still, my special person said, “I don’t think your pledge is going to fly.” Which of course threw me instantly into trying to convince I was right and he was wrong about pledges and how they fly.
And I held my ground that most people would enjoy the relief of admitting equal nuttiness with our co-inhabitants…I held it until I saw the “I HATE STUPID PEOPLE” sticker. For sure the owner of the sticker finds stupid people all over the place. People who spend money, treat their pets, choose professions, choose sports teams, choose books…stupidly. I wouldn’t want to be married to someone who was ”sensitized” to ”stupid” people, since I’m sure I would fulfill his expectations on a regular basis. I wouldn’t want to be in his family. Egad, what if your boss was a “I hate stupid people” fan?
Maybe “I..H..S..P” guy wouldn’t sign a pledge, maybe IHSPeople guy would say only stupid people would sign such a pledge. But that’s okay. I won’t even argue about his choice. Who has time and energy for that struggle?
The Best Day of My Life, Mom!
Sep 12th
Dateline: Changing Hearts… a a home for abused, abandoned, and neglected girls in Nuevo Laredo (starred project for mysteryshrink)–
Nine year old Christina had come with her mother to “observe” the home as a potential charity recipient of her wealthy and kind parents. Christina’s family lives snuggly and well in the best part of Austin. She has had all the experiences, learning opportunities, resort travel, and material provisions expected in the life to which she was born.
On this day, Christina had joined the girls in the home in their cramped and sparse activities. At the end of the day, Christina was laying on the bare floor with 50 girls she couldn’t understand, watching Spanish T.V., and eating popcorn. Just moments into the movie she got up off the floor and whispered to her mom, “This is the best day of my life!”
Christina’s mother smiled and tears ran, realizing what she had been able to provide her daughter on this day.
The Jerks are Everywhere…Everywhere!
Sep 11th
Dateline: October Evening, East Texas Highway. Driving with myspecial person on the way to visit a relative in Shreveport, Texas.
It’s late, both of us have worked full days before starting on the 250 mile trip. The purpose of the trip was to comfort an uncle and aunt after uncle was given a diagnosis of terminal lung cancer. Why am I adding these details? Because later, when I’m decribing the movie of the world I have chosen to live in…I’m going to need some excuses.
Looking Cool Tip: Gaining sympathy is a useful technique when you realize you are being a jerk. Prepare others for your jerk behavior by beginning every conversation by relaying how much you’ve been working lately, that you haven’t been sleeping well, or eaten in days. The best excuse…and this is gem, so save it for when you’ve really made a mess of things…The best explanation for your out-of-control emotional spraying of others is…to say, “My doctor (‘cardiologist’ has the best pull) has me taking a new medication and I think I’m having a bad reaction…” The I’m-on-a-new-medication-for (pick important body organ) and I think I’m having a bad reaction is so good…the very people you have been abusing with your immaturity will calm down and try to help you.
The road is a two-lane highway, only one each direction through hilly country. Thus, the ability to pass was limited and iffy. Most of the time a “no passing” stripe occupied the center of the highway. At some point along this lonely stretch of limited visibility…in my rearview I see an enormous truck growing in my rearview of my small sedan. (Read: economical…this helps with the sympathy factor.) “I can’t believe this guy!” I glare in the mirror as if the truck driver is a mass killer who knows me… and has sign in his windshield announcing he hates me and I am his next victim… “What is thabt bozo back there thinking?” I ask my special person in that little superior lilt that comes so naturally.
“He can’t be thinking he can pass on this stretch of highway?”
That’s when the roaring started. When I clutched the steering wheel in disbelief, barely able to hold my economical sedan on the road (at least that’s the way I was acting) as the White Freightliner pulled up alongside and stomped the diesel pedal with all he had. The White Freightliner Maniac blew by me, then swung back in front of me. Of course, I yelped and hit the brake as if I could barely avoid hitting him…which clearly wasn’t a problem since he’d outrun me already. “I can’t believe he just did that! Can you believe that?” I ask. “Get me some paper! I’m taking down his license plate. Look, there’s the number for his company. Can you see that? Get it down. Just wait until his company’s going to love to hear what this guy has been doing!”
Armed with the Maniac’s phone contacts, I’m planning my scathing report to end jerko’s truckdriving career, when we stop at a station for fuel and a cold drink. I notice the White Freightliner parked on the street. I go in the mart for the drinks. While waiting to pay I notice a man at the pay phone. (It was a while back before cell phones, and of course, before I grew into the totally mature person I am now.) He’s saying, “Ah, honey, I know it’s hard with the twins both sick. And junior teething and you still recovering from surgery…I’m coming as fast as I can. Just hang on, I’ll be home soon…and stay up with the kids so you can get some sleep.”
I take the paper with his numbers on it out my pocket, tear it up…and slink back to the car.
Beyond Stress Management: Defining a Self with a Smile
Sep 8th
It’s Your Movie, and Welcome to It
“Which is more important? The world that exists? Or, the world you are responding to?”
Consider this situation. You are tired, though the day is young. In your hand or in your mind, have a list of tasks for the day. You’re going to exercise, finish up several home projects and eatat least two servings of fresh fruits. The truth be told, you’ve had the same list for days, maybe weeks. When you wrote the list, you were optimistic, you were confident you would follow through. But today, with the way you feel, you’ll be lucky to not lose ground on every front of your life. You certainly do not have the positive outlook and enthusiasm to tackle new projects, no matter how over due. You have a slight headache. You reach for a cola and a couple of cookies. Maybe you’re coming down with something. You dread interacting with other people….Maybe a coffee or one of those energy drinks would help. Maybe one of each.
Then you pick up your email. The children’s story you wrote is being published in a major magazine! Your favorite friend is coming for a visit!
Power, energy, and ideas swell up in your body. The muscles of your legs and arms, a moment earlier weighing you down like slabs of concrete, are now warm with vigor. Ideas, plans, and actions take over your mind. You jump into shorts and a T-shirt. You can get in a half hour of walking before you start your work day. You grab a pad of paper, creative ideas are whirling in your brain and you don’t want to chance missing a one. You back out of your driveway waving to your neighbors and singing alone with the radio.
What happened? The world—you, other people, events, and all the other parts of life—did not change. The effort to “Define a Self with a Smile” is about trying to catch the power of that little moment when the energy changed. To join the journey toward a self with a smile takes a willingness to smile at yourself.
If you’d like to jump on the fast track, here’s step one. Fill in the blank below and you’re signed on for the trip.
Pledge 1: I, ______________, am as nuts as every other person on the planet.
“Cold Souls” Movie about Emotions
Sep 5th
“Cold Souls” is a great movie for the first half. The setup is fun–Paul Giamatti playing himself as a depressed theater actor. He learns of a place that helps out depressed people by extracting their souls and keeping them in cold storage for awhile. During this time, the “soul-less” person has some time without being burdened by emotional irrationality (sound familiar?). Not surprisingly, this doesn’t work out so well and Paul returns to have his soul re-infused in his body. His soul, it turns out has been stolen and now resides in the body of a vapid, but beautiful, blond Russian soap star. This set up is great, and I’m not going to feel too bad about giving this much of the story because the story crashes in ambiguity and senseless as if the writer had this great set-up, but no more. The ending is pitiful. A fog simply comes over the land. Caput.
For me, the highlight and end of watching came in the scene where Paul explains to his wife that the reason he’s been acting strangely is that he’s had his soul extracted and placed in cold storage, he’d rented the soul of a Russian poet for awhile, but that didn’t work out, he tried to retrieve his soul, but unfortunately his soul now resided in a blond bombshell Russian soap star… Now, can you imagine your husband sitting up in bed and giving you that story?
New Information Can Cure Avoidance Anxiety
Sep 2nd

Can AVOIDANCE sometimes be a mistake, even when… factually…every attempt has ended in disaster?
Yes. Now, I’m not talking about the street tacos in Mexico City or risking your life and endangering the lives of others by continuing to take shots at sliding all-lovely off the ski lift chair… those activities we can do without rather easily. (See previous post on dangers of tacos and chair lifts.)
But… what about when we are telling ourselves we CANNOT ever succeed at an activity and, though we’ve had many painful failures… we’d really like the rewards of that activity? And, when we calm the heck down…the truth is…other people have done it,so it’s possible. Again, I’m voting against taking another shot at that ski lift chair death trap. I know other people hop off the lift bench looking like the coolest people alive… and I even accept that, theoretically, given a long life and all winters devoted to the ski lift chair, I, too, could be successful.
To accomplish even complex tasks, all that usually stands between us and success is a little bit of information and the capacity to manage our anxiety through the “I don’t know how to do this” freakout. Now, I’m not suggesting you attempt to fly the plane on your next trip….you COULD…the only thing holding you back is a lack of information….a lack of a really big chunk of information.
But, to return to a task closer to home that has blackened my days, met with unrelenting failure, and yet…I’d really like to be successful. Oh, yeah. I’m talking about my pathetic efforts at website building. I really want to build a website. I’m not done yet.
First, a simpler example of someone coming to the conclusion that a task is impossible due to lack of simple information.
One summer day when my parents were out of the country, they called back from a remote phone in the Alps asking to have certain information located in a file cabinet inside their house faxed to a cruise line address. Usually, this task would be mine. However, on this fine summer day…defined in Texas as over a hundred degrees and real sweaty…I was unavailable. Thus, my special person was up to fulfill the request. Knowing I’d let myself into their house many times, he first spent twenty minutes going through extra keys. He picked out a dozen possibles from the pounds of keys in the miscellaneous drawer… and headed for the country.
He spent his first thirty minutes and first bucket of perspiration trying each key in the front door lock without success. Testing for a possible unlocked window led under walls of English ivy growing in layers since the 1950s. Now he couldn’t breathe and suspected the allergy attack later on would set a new coughing record. He visited the surrounding six houses hoping a neighbor had a key, only to learn that the lady across the street and the couple on one side of the house were still holding grudges regarding certain high school yard decorating mistakes I hadn’t shared with him. Exhausted and out of ideas, he gave up. He can’t get in. He’d call a locksmith if his presence in the family photos taken on the lawn… he’d bring along in the morning would be enough proof to that he had the right to enter the house.
When I strolled in later that night, a day earlier than expected, my special person related his afternoon of woe ending with, “I’m glad you’re here since you know where there’s a key that works.”
“Oh, no…” I say. “I don’t have a key or know where one is. I just take a screwdriver and ooch back the little dealie, and wha-la, I’m in.”
Today someone gave me the web address of a do-it-yourself website maker “that anyone can do”….and for once…I couldn’t prove them wrong.
What activities have you given up… when all you needed was the right information? And the capacity to manage anxietythrough the learning curve?

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