The weather is slowly changing -- becoming milder, the days growing longer. I’ll be scarce, looking for a Spring Fling with the possibility that it will become a Summer Romance that will eventually die a tragic and dramatic death in September.
I love life!
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-=[ Terminal Uniqueness ]=-
“Oh, that? Girl, I stopped suffering from terminal uniqueness a long time – thank GAWD!”
-- Overheard on subway, IRT 6 train, NYC
Part of the reason why I love this city so much is that there is a human interaction here. You hop on The Train and that’s the ultimate equalizer: poor, working class, and upper management all rub elbows on the train and no one is allotted more than another on The Train: your $2.00 gets you the same seat whether you’re homeless or the mayor (he takes the train everyday). There’s human interaction: you come face-to-face with fellow human beings – strangers even. You ride the train and you will hear at least three-four different languages spoken. Living in this city is being exposed to the diversity of the human condition in ways you will never experience in
Anyway, part of the enjoyment of living here is that you’re always catching snatches of conversations, like the one quoted above. Two women discussing men and heartbreak. I loved that phrase “terminal uniqueness.” And there was a lot of wisdom in what that young lady was saying. I actually break taboos in NYC: I make direct eye contact all the time and speak to strangers on a daily basis. It’s a lot of fun, actually, trespassing invisible boundaries, it’s what I do for a living, actually LOL!
Anyway, terminal uniqueness is the feeling that many of us get when we’re going through rough times: nobody knows how I feel. No one has ever felt what I felt. My pain is unique and therefore no one can understand what I’m going through, and I’m gonna die a wretch.
I’m exaggerating a little bit here, but I think we all go through this thought process to some degree. We feel our problems are unique to ourselves and in that way, we develop an attachment to our pain: my pain is unique! We seem to be saying. And so it is: we have our own little unique crosses to bear and bear them we do: proudly, like scars earned in battle.
Fact is, however much you’re hurting, someone has you trumped, sweetie. There’s that old cliché about having mourned going without shoes until seeing someone with no feet. Sure, it sounds a lot like what our parents would say about eating all the food on our plate (“Do you know there are people in
This is true: some people will even apply Kubler-Ross’s stages of grieving to loss to the point that all they do is process. Don’t get me wrong: processing is important, but there comes a time that “processing” becomes another excuse to stay stuck. After a while, it’s merely disguised indulging. I have a sister, love her, but it’s really hard to be around her because all she does is complain (“process”) about her childhood and my mother, and the way we were raised, and blah blah blah! Jesus fuckin’ Christ! When will it be over for her? Never?
I’ll tell you this much: there’s a big difference between feelings and emotions. Emotions are the “Drama Queens” of our inner life. Feelings are the reality. Yes, we have pain, it’s part of life, but then we also have what we bring to that pain. If you’re “processing” the drama, you will continue processing until the cows come home. All the crying, gnashing of teeth, ripping of clothes, loss of hair, will not get you through life with any measure of sanity.
Much of our neuroses is merely a substitute for real feeling. In order to feel genuinely, we have to drop the drama and get to the feeling – the core. And we have to feel completely, without fear, without contraction. Crying? If you think crying is an indicator that you’re moving through the “stages” of grief, you’ve merely taken a concept and distorted it. You have to feel -- really feel, completely and totally, opening up to whatever it is so that you become more and more transparent, allowing the love within you to shine through.
I recently had a client come to me and tell me, before we even started our session, “Please! Stop telling me to open up my heart, because I’ve been opening and opening and the shit is still hitting the fuckin’ fan, Eddie!” LOL!
I had to laugh, because I totally understood. It’s part of life. There are no guarantees and just because we’ve decided to effect a shift, it doesn’t necessarily follow that the world will now dutifully conform to our perception and roll out the Red Carpet! Now, that’s the process! Co-workers, lovers, relatives will all “conspire” to fuck up our little strategic plan for better living. It’s their job, actually. Our job is to drop the terminal uniqueness and realize that taking it all so deeply personal is the true source of our suffering.