Sunday, February 07, 2010

Mad Magazine changed my life

Back when I was a kid, Mad Magazine supplied me with an unexpected life lesson wrapped in a multi-panel cartoon.

Here is what I remember -- a series of images depicting insincere conversations.  In each frame, two people stand, holding masks up to the sides of their head.  They face you, the audience; Their masks face each other.

One conversation takes place through the masks.  A completely different one takes place toward the audience.  I don’t remember the actual conversations, but I do remember the the gist of them.  The masked dialogues are cordial and caring.  But the truth comes out through what is said toward the audience. 

I can’t stand this guy.

I found the cartoon funny enough to read a number of times.  At the third or fourth perusal, a thought hit me.  Each person holding up a mask did so because they assumed the mask facing them was real.  A kind of obligation confined them -- “This person really seems to like me. I should go out of my way to pretend I like them too.”

It dawned on me that the masks were leading to a complete waste of time.  What’s the use of having an insincere conversation with someone?

I had a friend in college (let’s call him Ralph) who was lots of fun.  Occasionally, while hanging out with each other, we would run into someone on his I can’t stand this person list.

No matter who the person was or how high on the list they sat, Ralph would enter into a conversation involving statements like “I’m so happy to see you!” and “Why haven’t I heard from you recently?” Inevitably, as the conversation drew to a close, Ralph would add, “We should have lunch sometimeCall me!”

Often this would lead to numerous phone calls that Ralph would then ignore.  “Why does this person keep bothering me?” Ralph would ask, clearly annoyed.

When I asked Ralph why he would request a call from someone he didn’t want to talk to, he explained that he was just trying to be polite.  “What, do you want me to be rude?”

I restrained from pulling up my mask when responding.

Isn’t ignoring a requested call rude?  And what’s so terrible about being attentive and polite during a conversation, but ending it with something like “It was good talking to you” or “Maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime”.  Period.

Misleading others is inconsiderate.  Wasting someone’s time is insensitive.  Taking a gift that could have instead gone to someone appreciative is thoughtless and selfish.

Has it ever occurred to you that this person who is ‘annoying’ you is only doing so because you led them to believe you wanted their attention?  The time they are wasting on you would be better spent on someone who would appreciate their effort.”

Years later, Ralph thanked me for this conversation.

Perhaps we need to put on a brave face.  Maybe we are afraid that if a dear friend understood the sacrifices we were making they would stop accepting our help.  For these and plenty of other reasons, there are times in which donning a mask is the right thing to do

But more often than not, a mask is an entirely unnecessary shield between ourselves and the outside world.  It keeps others from knowing us, and it keeps us from knowing others. 

According to Francis Bacon:

“The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.”

This sounds just about right to me.  I believe that one has to put their mask down in order to discover and cultivate this kind of connection.

For this reason, I kindly ask that you take off your mask.  Know me and be known.

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Tuesday, February 02, 2010

A different kind of post

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When was the last time you received personal correspondence hand delivered by your local mail carrier?

For many folks, it’s been too long!  But that’s okay, I think I can help.

I have a stack of postcards.

If you would like one mailed to you along with a personal note,  contact me.  Let me know who you are, what address I should mail it to, and anything else about yourself that you would like me to know.

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Sunday, January 31, 2010

Eep! Eep!

The first conversation of my day went something like this:

he: Eep!  Eep!
me: What?
he: Would you like me to throw up in your mouth?
me: What?!
he: Zzzzzz….
me: (to myself upon realizing he was asleep)
Hmm… I think he was being a bird!

birdfeeding
 

The second conversation of my day went something like this:

me: Do you remember what you asked me this morning?
he: What?
me: Would you like me to throw up in your mouth?
he: What?!
me: Yeah.  You started off with “Eep!  Eep!
he: Ha ha!  I remember now. I think I was being a bird.


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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Golden Rule, revisited.

The elders in my childhood had a number of sayings they often repeated.  “Your face is going to freeze like that” and “If your friends were jumping of a bridge, would you jump too?” are a few that come to mind. 

Maybe it’s a cultural thing, or maybe I was just a very inconsiderate kid who needed consistent reminding, but I could swear that most of my childhood experiences elicited one of their favorites -- the golden rule.

For those of you unfamiliar with this, tsk tsk to your elders, but here it is:

“Do Unto Others

As You Would Have Done

Unto You”

I heard this guide line so often that it clogged my every pore – eventually it sunk in.  As a teen and young adult, I tried my best (which isn’t always that good, mind you) to incorporate this rule into my life.

And then I realized it was completely wrong.

Many years ago, I went out with two friends to catch a movie.  In my mind, the best seat is the seat between two friends -- I can engage with both and feel like I’m right in the middle of things.

This particular night, I noticed that one of my friends seemed down.  Oh!  What a great golden rule moment, I thought.  I offered her the BEST SEAT and thought I was being considerate for having suggested it.

While I was out of the room making a popcorn run, the down friend turned to my other friend and complained about the seat I had placed her in.  “I prefer the aisle seat,” she stated glumly, annoyed that I had taken it from her.  My other friend, who knew me better, was able to explain that I had actually given away the seat I preferred the most and that I would happy to swap back. 

By the time I got back with treats from the lobby, everything was all sorted out.

It probably took more than a dozen incidents like this – some big, some small – to make me realize that I seriously needed to rethink this whole golden rule thing.

Now, if you’re going to cross-stitch anything for my kitchen – it should read more like this:

RevisedGoldenRule

 

Yes, it can take a substantial amount of work to even come close to understanding how someone else would like to be treated.  There are books you can read, there are questions you can ask, there are stories you can listen to… 

But the first step, the biggest one in my opinion, is to recognize that not everyone thinks, feels, or makes decisions exactly like you do.  How lucky for you, that just by having read this, you’ve pretty much made that first step?

Have a nice walk!
elsa

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