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Tuesday, 23 July 2019

142: What is this Obsession with Age?

A friend of mine sent me a message. As part of his work, he had come across someone - whom he hadn't yet met and did not even know the gender of - who shared my surname. 'A bit of a bizarre question, but is she related to you?'

I did not recognise the name but passed it on to my wife as it seemed vaguely familiar.

Her response back: 'Could be I know her. Is this a very senior position? She is younger than me.'

What is this obsession with age. Her logic went that my friend - who is 50 like me - was unlikely to be associating with someone younger than her (46). Either my friend is a failure for doing so or her acquaintance is very successful!!

I remember a conversation from years ago about my age. https://dear-confidant.blogspot.com/2016/05/92-struggling-and-tired.html

I would venture to say that this is once more down to the well entrenched sense of 'entitlement'. 

Age does not and cannot guarantee seniority - except in time-serving and stale organisations. None of birth, university, family, contacts and even innate abilities of intelligence or charm can or should entitle one to success. Surely it is about working and being lucky. The only - and very important -  outcome driven by the elements above is where one starts. Life is not a conveyor belt - it is very much a game of snakes and ladders and some start at 0, others further up!

Friday, 5 July 2019

141: In the words of Don McLean, The Day the Music Died - April 2000


While clearing out some old papers, found a few letters from the dim and distant past.

Amazingly, they appear to be written by me to my wife all in the space of a couple of weeks in April 2000 - the very first year of our marriage, eight months in.

I had been in Brussels – had negotiated a stay with her there as well when the usual arrangement was to be single and come back to base (UK) every weekend. I had been lobbying for a posting out in India, was on the point of succeeding and had gone out to India with her for a reconnaissance visit. She had stayed back while I returned to Europe.

Letter 1 (10th April, 2000):
‘I am missing you terribly much my love.’ And then a lot of general news.

Letter 2 (17th April, 2000)
‘I am missing so very much. When I see you I’m going to squeeze you and squeeze you and kiss you a hundred times in front of whole Heathrow. My love, my love, my love …’

I know I had written a similar letter on Valentine’s Day that same year. This was me genuinely feeling what I was writing and giving of myself completely.

Letter 3 (28th April, 2000)
‘M., we just spoke on the phone and, frankly, I’m hurt and confused. Words mean a lot to me. Unlike a lot of other people I very rarely let emotion take control of my words. I’m aware that you, like others, have a temper and say things which, possibly, you don’t mean. But I take words for what they mean – ie literally – and so what you said upset me greatly. Sorry if I am over-reacting.'

I then go on to address various accusations of unfairness and meanness – all pointed towards my family and friends. The word ‘hate’ is used. I end with:

‘Why can’t we live within ourselves, secure in who we are and being forgiving of who we see? I never knew the meaning of love until I met you. You are everything to me – if you love me then nothing and no one else matters. But we keep falling out over people – why? I don’t understand. Am I that stupid, that naieve? Does my opinion of other people matter more to you than what I think of you? I go back to my original question – have I been so neglectful of you? Do I need to cut off links with my family?’

This attitudinal issue of control and resentment never changed – though I kept my head down, broke relationships and built distance from those close to me over the next decade and a half. Nothing worked. The issues were the same in 2015.

Though things are far better now after the Magic Turnaround, but how real is it all. And, anyway, I have been broken and I’m staying only for our son.

Thursday, 4 July 2019

140: A Good Moment

This has been a good year for our son - as I noted in my previous entry, he did well in his end of year exams. He also got a mention from the Headmaster on doing very well in some sort of Maths Olympiad.

He also won Player of the Year in his rugby B team at school and did well enough to get his black-belt in karate.

And the other day, I was sitting next to him and he started tapping away on my bald patch with his fingers. Don't get hugs or wraparounds very often any more but this was a little moment of intimacy.

He seems very happy and content. Now to build on this good year. Hope I will be able to help him!

Tuesday, 25 June 2019

139: Learning, learning, learning .... to let go

I was discussing with some people about one of the points discussed in the Counselling Sessions in early 2016. In particular, about how, in time, my son would also move away from me. I had examples of that over the last few days.

He - aged 13 now - went to the local high street with his mates and came back with .... shopping!! A pair of trainers, tops and shorts. Not something I would ever have done and I was pretty happy at this - especially as he did not appear to have wasted money and it was his pocket and birthday money anyway. 

The next example shows me in more of a mixed light.

He has done very well in his end of year exams and his school has offered him a small amount of money to buy some books from Amazon. He first suggested 30 copies of a 0.99p book, which was trivial and I said 'no' - he had to show some respect for the school which was funding the books. He carried on then to suggest a football book which was fine. And then yet another football book and, to me, that did not seem appropriate. So, in a stern tone, I said that this was being frivolous and he should look for something else. He didn't have to buy the collected works of Cicero or anything - he wants to go into comedy, so why not buy a comedy-writing book? It felt to me that he was being less than respectful to the school and that he should show some flexibility.

He started to cry. So I did as he asked and ordered the books he wanted.

And I apologised. Because, actually, why should I impose my structure of thoughts on him? He'd done the important bit which is about working well enough to get the awards. After all, I hadn't reacted with the shopping thing where I could have said that he shouldn't be spending money on crap clothes - in this case I never considered imposing. So, I should be consistent.

Just because I have 'invested' in this relationship does not mean that it has to follow my frameworks - time to let go.

Later on I did say to him that I am allowed to disagree with him but it was wrong of me to lose my temper.

On a related note, I was supposed to drop him off to a birthday party and he was in the car and waiting for me at the appointed time. This is in contrast to the mornings when it can be a struggle to get him down to breakfast in good time instead of rushing. I said to him - calmly - that he should have the same standards of timekeeping for going to a birthday party as going to school! And he was down ten minutes earlier than usual this morning without being forced. Let's see how long that lasts!! 

(Of course, his mother only comes down at 7:20 when they have to leave by 7:40 and she has to make his packed lunch before then as well. She has been known to take her bowl of porridge with her in the car!! Everything dramatic and last minute. I tend to get down earlier, get his lunch done by 7:10 and then have my breakfast.)

His crying really affected me. It should not happen.

Wednesday, 29 May 2019

138: Mid-Life Crisis and Reginald Perrin (!)


Very interesting article on mid-life crisis – and even more interesting comments below the line.

Of relationships it says, ‘In her book Male and Female, she floated this suggestion: we should allow two, three or four marriages. “The first,” Jackson summarises, “for youthful passion, your second marriage for parenthood, your third marriage for companionship.” (Jackson ends there. Maybe a fourth for different companionship, once you have had enough of the third?) “There’s nothing to suggest that can’t be all to the same person,” Jackson adds, although if that were true, the relationship wouldn’t have been in crisis in the first place.

When it talks about taking control and, say, leaving one’s current relationship and going off, ‘It’s not just that there is a vanishingly thin line between authenticity and selfishness, because – especially in a family – there is no such thing as consequences-for-one.’

When it talks about choices that we make in life, ‘Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened, Into the rose-garden.’ TS Eliot, Burnt Norton
I have often thought that, ‘A mid-life crisis is a luxury, probably triggered by too much leisure time and exercise; try dealing with a major illness or a something really dramatic, shitty and prolonged at work and you might realise that you didn't need to have one:). First World Problem’

To which another person wrote:
‘I've dealt with horrible situations at work, ending in redundancy, and also major surgery. But, having worked in many, I can assure you that people in poorer countries also experience a similar mix of feelings about aspirations unfulfilled, contentment mingled with regrets, beginning to fear rather than embrace the future - particularly in situations of major generational shifts. People who lost so much in liberation struggles only to see everything they fought for overturned or forgotten. Not just a First World Problem.’

‘Throughout my forties I would often ask,.... so when is this midlife crisis thing going to hit me?
And then it did. One day I found myself in a specialist hospital unit with lots of worried faces staring down at me, and my wife asking nervously of anyone who looked competent, ' Is he going to die?'.

Not the midlife crisis I expected, but a proper, full on, five star, life threatening crisis nevertheless. Fourteen years on and I didn't die, but without wishing to sound remotely sanctimonious - always a risk for us survivors - my 'crisis' did fundamentally change my outlook on......pretty much everything.

'These days when I hear the phrase, 'Is this all there is?', I bite my tongue, and I think to myself, what do you mean, 'all'? Is health, wealth, democracy, education, abundant food, entertainment of every description at the touch of a button, foreign travel, the love and companionship of family and friends....plus, in my case the knowledge that a team of very clever people fought and worked hard to bring me back from the dead. Is this not enough?

'If this is 'all' there is ....then I'll take it, no questions asked, no further explanation needed. Having a crisis? Get ill....very ill....then fight your way back.’

And something I have pondered, ‘One of the tragedies of modern life is that most of us don't have a big enough purpose to live for.

‘We buy in to the message that romance, sex, work or material stuff can be enough. While these can be good in themselves they simply can't bear the weight of our needs to have significance, to be loved and to have purpose.’

‘Isn't that what most of us have kids for, so that we have a purpose? When they grow up and away (although that's getting harder these days as we all know), then the 'purpose' disappears and if you're not careful so does your reason to be.’

And then a passionate thought:
‘Is this all there is?”... If the question ever surfaces you're in (relative) luck, because it means you have time to contemplate and possibly the resources to change route.

"If we all dropped everything to go on a voyage of self-discovery...". This is a voyage that is easy to set upon. The sooner the better. It basically starts with one fundamental question: What hand have I been dealt in life? and its derivatives: What are my strengths and what are my weaknesses? How do i combine these to reach my potential ..or at least increase my chances of survival (as is the case for the many)? What do i actively love doing? etc.

'Depending on the clarity (lots of luck and tutoring needed here) of the results of such a self survey, one can slowly form a toolkit to deal with the ups and downs of real life and discard other peoples' 'models' and fantasies that invariably lead to stupidity and frustration.

‘We all are a product of randomness and we need lots of help and need to help others. We could do well to go short on our mythologies of "hard work" and the "success" of "self made men/women". Those of us lucky enough to feel content, we should be thankful for the gifts nature bestowed on us and pay back with love and consideration for those beings and surroundings that make our lives truly meaningful.
‘Embrace your mid-life crisis! Let it shake you to your core! Because for some, it is an unstoppable force of destruction. Destroying what is no longer relevant or appropriate or necessary. It can come in the form of job loss, divorce, emptying of the family home, nervous breakdown, illness ... whatever. As we gear up to face the second half of our life, jettison what is holding you back before life comes and disposes of it for you. Mid-life crises - buying a leather jacket, buying a Harley, running off with someone 20 years younger than you - I guess these are all possibles but I think of mid-life crises as an existential even spiritual breakdown where we are asked to put ourselves back together again in a new fashion. It can be horrendous, but if embraced and faced can be a devastating force for positive change.

Friday, 17 May 2019

137: Self-Awareness


She asks me the other day, ‘you like children and enjoy sport – why don’t you do some coaching like many other dads?’

There are two main reasons.

I suppose in years gone by I would have been afraid of the time commitment away from the family. As I’ve shared before, a couple of successive evenings out due to work and there would be stress. Does she really not remember that history?

But I now play sport on the week-ends and so I’ve overcome that particular qualm.

Then I went on to say that – without any false modesty – I have never considered coaching (or mentoring at work, for example) because I have never considered myself to be very good. I would struggle to be a counsellor for example – taking that level of responsibility.
‘I think I would be a good counsellor,’ she responds.

Really? Given that she is just about the most judgemental person I know. That she has treated her husband and son like shit while being all sweetness and light with friends (and a harridan with customer service people who can’t answer back) is an unlikely background for a counsellor. ‘I might do what E. does and become a Samaritan.’

I suppose people can be different inside four walls and outside and she is a good friend to her friends. Good luck to her.

Thursday, 28 March 2019

136: Bits and Bobs

During the week we are sleeping in different rooms as, otherwise, I struggle to have a peaceful night because of her snoring - my snoring does not seem to affect her.

Anyway, I was watching some TV and went into our bedroom to wish her goodnight and she said, 'I was looking for a receipt for the extra cereal packet you bought - so I could return it. All your stuff fell out and so everything is in the wrong order in your wallet.'

Bollocks.

Yes, I had bought some extra cereal but I checked the next morning and it had already been returned. She was clearly going through my wallet which was in my trousers that I had left in my room. What was she trying to find? A secret tryst of some sort. Sadly, there is nothing and so nothing was found. I obviously did not address it with her in any antagonistic way or, indeed, in any way. What's the point.

Because, also, you see, I am at a point where I really don't want to play the game of who is 'right' and who is 'wrong'. It really doesn't matter. Though life these last couple of years since the Magic Turnaround has been fine, I just have no feeling and while this blog is very useful to record points, it is for my own benefit rather than to weigh the scales. It is what it is and when it comes to split, and I do hope that that time will come, I will not feel the need to justify my actions.

Update May 2019
Perhaps I had been hasty in my judgement. That extra box of cereal had been lying about in the car rather than returned. Am still not convinced though - she could have easily used her receipt to return the box I had bought?

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