In my previous post about my fifth grade teacher, for example, I make a passing reference to how poorly my other teachers thought of me, because of my grades and my general family reputation.
Yes, I am a very negative person. I didn't become persuaded of this myself until I was about fifty years old, even though people had been telling me so since high school.
Up until that point, I thought to myself, 'Well, hell, yes, I'm negative. You treat me like I'm a pariah because I'm smarter than you, or because I didn't come from as good a family as yours, or because I'm clumsy and near-sighted, or because you think I'm goofy-looking. What am I supposed to do, motherfuckers, smile and pretend I like being treated this way?'
Possibly an early ancestor. Maybe I should use this as my Facebook profile picture. |
Plus, negativism was consistent with the way both my parents viewed the world, especially my mother. I picked up a lot of it from them.
Eventually, late in life, I came to see that way of thinking as just a dead end. I wasn't wrong, but carrying all that negative energy poisoned me nonetheless, and made an unpleasant situation even worse.
But after an entire life of negativism, getting rid of it has been difficult. It's habitual with me.
When I read other people's posts that are continually cheery and positive, I find myself thinking, 'WTF is the matter with you? You sound like Pollyanna.'
Yet one of the most persistently positive people I know was one of the last victims of childhood polio in this country. She spent most of her life on crutches, and now, in her sixties, is in a wheelchair. She has far more reason to be negative than I do. But she stays more positive and upbeat than I ever am.
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I'm glad.
The wolf we feed is the one that grows strong.
It's the biggest point of the gratitude lists I do (and you are now doing). One can't have the whole world and everything in it, so there will always be more that I do not have than what I do have. The gratitude list lets me focus on what I do have and when I put my focus on the good things, they seem to grow and fill my life with richness and joy. Because I can also be very negative, it's a necessary corrective to an otherwise very unhappy life for me.
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