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How do we process the horrible shooting in Las Vegas? I’m in Southern California, but I was surprised to discover that a number of my clients were personally impacted. Four young people from the towns near Claremont were shot and severely injured, one killed, so yesterday involved more trauma processing in my clinical work than I expected.
Our brains are not prepared for the instantaneous loss of humans we love. When vivacious, complex, irreplaceable people are taken away from us instantly, there is no way to easily process the magnitude of the loss. How can this entire human being be simply gone and never returning, when they were so fully here yesterday, with no warning signs?
This is a brutal paradox of being a human being. We are designed to connect with each other, to entwine ourselves deeply, to depend on each other, and to take each other for granted in little ways. We couldn’t function in daily life with a constant awareness of the possibility of immediate loss. And then death can feel like a trick, and make our entire comfortable lives and loving relationships feel like a cruel set-up. How can we fully enjoy life and love side by side with the awareness that it could end in a moment?
When a horrific nightmare event happens, we struggle to gain mastery and a sense of control. We try to find cause and effect. If we can locate the warning signs, the latent violent capacity in the killer, we might all feel more control over this event, and keep it from happening again. This is why we try to understand the killer, going back to his childhood. When no signs are there, we get no relief.
The need to have control over the unpredictability of life determines much of human endeavor. We build houses so that random weather does not impact us. We save money to prepare for unexpected crises. We establish families and relationships to establish positive routines to meet our emotional needs. And then events like Las Vegas happen, and for those directly impacted, all those efforts to shape life into something positive and predictable are rendered useless.
But we have mixed feelings about the word control. Most of us want to exert it in our own lives, but being controlled by others is terrifying and intolerable. And here we have the gun issue, which reaches down deeply into the primitive regions of our consciousness. The primitive regions of consciousness are irrational, however. And when you throw in a huge industry driven by profit, greed enters the picture- another primitive, irrational and extremely powerful force.
Rather than using the word “control” when talking about guns, we would do better to say we should discuss “gun regulations” or simply “guns”, since the word “control” activates those primitive fears.
The debate over guns (I hesitate to call it a debate, since no real conversation seems to be happening) is about our deep psychological need for control on both sides. It’s about people who fear the trauma of losing control vs. people who fear the trauma of losing life. The irony is that advocating for our right to freely own whatever guns we want without limits creates the dangerous scenario in which others are much more likely to lose what we are trying to protect. That’s why the musician Caleb Keeter changed his mind after experiencing the violence in Las Vegas - the preventative measures have become the tragedy.
This is where we have common ground- we want protection from the fragility of life. How to use that common ground to create actual change, that part I don’t know.
Unlike heat-seeking missiles, the approval seeking missile has a bigger challenge finding it’s target. Seeking the approval of others is a a winding, restless path, that ultimately doesn’t get us very far.
When we look toward others for approval, we are centering our awareness externally - inside another person’s mind. We are viewing the world and ourselves based on how we imagine it looks to someone else. This is always a guess, since we can never get inside another person’s head, and it’s never fulfilling. Seeking the approval of others creates self-consciousness, and we find ourselves second guessing our words and actions after the fact.
When clients ask me how they can stop this habit, I give them a back-door answer. It’s usually not enough to simply tell yourself, “Stop worrying about what other people think!” That’s about as effective as “Don’t think about elephants!”
I believe the strategy lies here: Turn your attention more closely to your own likes and dislikes - to your own preferences. What do you love most about life? What do you really love doing the most? What kind of things do you really dislike? What do YOU think is truly interesting? What behaviors in other people do you like and dislike? Notice how you feel at different points in your day and during different interactions. This shifting of attention away from the external back to the internal gradually frees us from worrying about what others think.
Since I am a (reluctant) humanist, I believe each one of us has the capacity to shed this habit, and return the center of awareness to our own internal experience.
With practice giving more air time to your own wants, feelings, needs, desires and preferences, and acting accordingly, the habit of worrying about what other people think fades into the background. And then the approval-seeking missile finds it’s home, maybe just sitting quietly reading a book, or coaching baseball, or hosting backyard barbecues with other recovered missiles. I hear some missiles can grill a mean steak.
Existential crises can strike at anytime. Why are we here? What is the meaning of life? Are there inherent moral consequences to our actions? Why is there suffering and injustice in the world? Why do evil people thrive and good people suffer?
You’ll be happy to know that I have all the answers to these questions, and they will be slowly revealed in the entries of this blog.
Yeah.
Actually, I don’t have a doctor of philosophy, just an art degree and a Master’s in Family Therapy. So while that does qualify me to do certain things, dishing out answers about the meaning of life isn’t one of them. But there are a few things I do know, and I hold on to those pretty strongly. I’m a reluctant humanist, which means no matter what horrible things people do to each other in the world, I still tend to believe human souls are inclined towards goodness, growth and healing. I’m also a sucker for the still, small voice inside that can help us through challenges and existential crises once we train ourselves to listen to it.
Not a full answer to the meaning of life questions, but then again, I’m just starting this blog. So by my ten thousandth post I will definitely have it figured out, and I’ll probably do a big giveaway or something.
I don’t know about you, but I haven’t met this person yet. And if I do, I’ll be in a pickle, already being married to someone else. What a painful shocker to discover a person can actually love you and get it wrong! Not just the little things, like whether your birthday celebration should be a surprise party or a quite dinner (quiet dinner) or your favorite food (Thai), but the trickier things, like the exact combination of words you need to hear when you’re upset, or how much alone time you need and when.
I’m not going out on a limb here - knowing yourself is an essential precursor to a good relationship. Otherwise we fall into the trap of “mind reading” - expecting others to magically know what we want without having to tell them. And along with that comes the huge unnecessary chore of trying to read other people’s minds, and believe it or not, even the most intuitive of us often get it wrong. So because the person who knows me better than I know myself doesn’t exist on this planet, I really don’t have another choice but to learn how to speak up. Other than optimistic space exploration.
An earlier version of this comic was featured on Buzzfeed in a post entitled “21 Comics that Capture The Frustration of Depression”, but I think it speaks to a broader audience. There’s nothing like working as a therapist to break a person of the notion that someone out there has it all figured out. One of the unexpected benefits of my job! (actual benefits, such as employer health insurance and sick days, not so much). I’ve been cured of any Facebook or Instagram envy- no matter how fancy and perfect people’s lives look, inside we’re all the same mush of feelings, hopes, desires, beauty, frustration, disappointment, determination, resilience, etc. etc. The good news and the bad news - no one gets to escape the blessing and the curse of being a human being. (https://tinyurl.com/yd9zmzal)