Take My Own Advice, Maybe?

Self-isolation is a gift. When the world has been nipping away at you for longer than you can stand to meet its own particular needs, we all have the right to call “time out.” The trick is learning we have that right.

I am working on recognizing my own complicity in allowing the nipping to happen. If I’m not available, no nipping can happen I theorize. But there are times and tasks that must be faced and worked through to avoid unpleasant consequences. There are people and tasks we must face to accomplish certain ends.

Too often we put ourselves out there and on the line emotionally for no good reason whatsoever. Okay. I often put myself on the line emotionally for no good reason whatsoever.

The trick is to catch yourself in your own wrongheaded thinking. I have come up against some challenges of late that have me questioning what is going on in the world today.

My primary physician’s staff resolutely refuses to release my own medical records to me. That was so wrong and crazy I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

People recently charged with my well-being literally walked away from their posts. They were not even mildly apologetic or disturbed by my distress. Rather they were defensive and accusatory because I took issue with their shabby behavior.

Someone I hired to do a task didn’t show up and hasn’t bothered to explain or apologize. That person “ghosted” me after making a commitment I relied on. I’d writhe in shame if I did that to someone. I honestly don’t know how to make sense or put any of that into a relatable context. The world seems to have gone mad.

I operate on what I guess are old-fashioned and out of date rules about keeping your word and doing your best and treating everyone you meet with respect and decency. The Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

That often makes me feel like a social Luddite. When I talk about the importance of honesty, I can hear some people chuckling under their breath. “Nice thought, but get real. No one is honest these days.”

And we wonder why the world feels so screwed up? I don’t follow the Golden Rule to make someone else feel better. I follow it to make myself feel better. Mostly to apply some consistency and predictability to my social interactions. Some days, though, it feels like that rule no longer works for me.

As a result, the circle within which I live is getting smaller. As I meet and interact with people who seem devoid of kindness or decency, I psychologically and physically recoil from them. And I certainly hope I don’t need them up the road.

It is not that person doesn’t have my full compassion. I simply recognize we are not operating on the same level with certain key values about how to build and sustain social relationships.

No use trying to push a string, I often say. It doesn’t do any good to expect an elevated level of behavior in people who simply aren’t mature enough to be there yet. That would be like expecting a three year old to drive.

It is often said water seeks its own level. That is, we tend to seek out and build lasting relationships with people who are more or less in tune and simpatico with who we are. Even if some people are not at the same social or economic level, it is relatively easy to sort out decent and authentic folks from charlatans. Mostly.

Of course, there is an inherent cost to longterm self-isolation. There is a danger of losing touch with what is going on in the society around you. Your relevance to the world may diminish. Your awareness of societal trends can wither. Humans need one another to grow and thrive. Isolating for too long can rob you of that connection.

But it is useful when your extremities are bloody from being incessantly nipped at and your body and soul need rest. Self-isolation can be a highly desirable doorway to duck into for a time. You can fill your days with things, like music and books and beautiful things and nourishing food.

So many of us, especially women, are fed the lie that our presence is indispensable to others and our self-worth often centered on making sure others around us are well taken care of.

I have come to believe that absenting myself for a time to take care of my own needs is an opportunity for others to learn to take better care of themselves. Win-win.

With that single, simple decision, think of the drama and burnout and suffering that could be avoided in our relationships. I sure do. All the time.

Real World Test

Airline travel. Used to be a fan. Now not so much.

I am writing from the belly of the beast. Newark airport.

As I posted, I was looking forward to flying back to my new home base in Florida.

For one reason or another, I ended up going today instead of yesterday. No biggie.

I needed the extra rest.

Got my bags and cat all on board safely to fly southward and arrived. In Newark.

Getting out of Newark appears to be more of a problem.

On the spot, a flight attendant proclaimed the “airline approved” hard-sided carrier “unsuitable.”

Me and carrier and cat within it were all escorted off our flight.

Now what?

Go to Newark Airport baggage and buy a soft-sided carrier, I’m told. Where is that? How do I get there? How long does it take to get there and back?

In the old days, airport personnel just “knew.” They were familiar enough with their environment and what was needed and where to find it. These days, if it can’t be looked up on the internet, it can’t be found. Not easily at any rate. And absolutely not quickly.

Another flight leaves in 40 minutes. Will I get on it? Highly unlikely.

There is a shocking degree of “not my problem” among airline and airport personnel these days. We seem to have lost any sense of shock or outrage about treating people without even the basics of care, courtesy and dignity.

The gate agents who were there to “help” me disappeared. Literally left their posts and went elsewhere.

I suppose my biggest concern is that this type of shoddy service is so common these days, it’s hardly worth mentioning. Because it seems to happen to everyone at one time or the other all of the time.

The foundations of civil society will not end with a bang but with a whimper. It is the daily erosion of common courtesy and decency that are eroding our social structure.

Much more even than the flashy, big-mouthed politicians who push “solutions” to our social ills that not even they can take seriously in their private domain.

So I sit and wait as I have been instructed to do. My options are limited. They run the airlines after all.

I am in a state of mild shock and disbelief. Not so much because I have been personally mistreated and disregarded by hired professionals who are mandated to have your best interests at heart. But because everyone is being treated like this lately.

If you subscribe to the notions of “the golden rule” and “what goes around, comes around” as foundational tenets of the social contract, it is not surprising why our society’s well-being seems fundamentally frayed and flawed.

Am I attributing too much meaning to a service slip from a major airline? Sadly, I think not.