When I heard Jack’s car pull into the driveway last evening, I felt happy. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of days and a lot had happened that I wanted to share with him. A minute passed, then two, then five and I began to get annoyed as I thought, “I was really looking forward to seeing him and he apparently is in no hurry to see me!” I then began to feel sorry for myself along with being irritated at him.
When I finally heard the door open I had to hold back the urge to express my unhappiness, but it felt like it was going to burst from my mouth. I really wanted to tell him how inconsiderate he was for not rushing in to see me. The first thing that he said when he stepped inside was, “You have a tire that is almost flat. I need to get your car down to Tink’s (our mechanic) tonight, fill it with air, and have him fix it tomorrow.”
Oh. So he was outside looking at my flat tire, trying to decide the best way to get it fixed….for me.
Sometimes my mind is an idiot. It will tell me a story, I will assume that it is true, feel bad, and subsequently make both myself and the other person unhappy. Because even when I don’t actually voice the thought, if I don’t recognize it, it will affect my relationships. I might be a little distant or cautious around the person….after all, they did hurt me (by being inconsiderate, or uncaring or whatever else my mind labels them as being).
I have also come to the conclusion that this story-telling idiot of a mind is going to be with me forever and so I am going to make peace with it, laugh at it, and “out it” as much as possible…not in the hopes of being rid of it, but to accept it as a part of this odd and interesting facet of being human.
I’ve often suggested to people (yet never did it myself) that they give this part of the conscious mind a name and to make it a funny one; a name that brings a smile. Why not play with it? If we have no hope of getting rid of it, we might as well have some fun. I have decided this morning to name my idiot mind, Myrtle*.
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities“. Dr. Seuss
*I just looked up the name, Myrtle and here is the meaning (how perfect!)”The meaning of the Latin name Myrtle is simply ‘the myrtle plant’. This evergreen plant was sacred to Venus and was used as a symbol of affection”.