September 6, 2016
Garden variety paranoia
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This is a blog about the oldest human addiction: control.
It’s co-authored by Steve, a therapist who specializes in control issues, and Bert, his control-addicted inner monkey.
(Bert is a metaphor. Steve’s mostly real.)
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September 7th, 2016 at 7:00 am
Fascinating post. Well written, Steve.
Control, to me, is inescapable. Either we’re trying to control something (or someone) external to us, or we’re trying to control ourselves. Is there such a thing as completely going with the flow and a life that constantly follows the path of least resistance? — a life like in that movie “Yes Man”? And what would that life look like? As much as we are guilty of being controlling, we typically do try to take the path of least resistance with what (or who) we try to control — usually others, usually not our own fears and anxieties. Usually we control others and stuff around us to soothe our own fears and anxieties and or to avoid feeling and facing past hurts and traumas.
Your post called to my mind a couple of Rilke’s poems.
Here’s one of them —
“The Man Watching”
by Rainer Maria Rilke
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can’t bear without a friend,
I can’t love without a sister
The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.
What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights us is so great!
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.
When we win it’s with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestler’s sinews
grew long like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.
Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.
September 7th, 2016 at 10:48 am
Thanks, John, for your generous comments, and for the Rilke, which was new to me.
My favorite line — “What we choose to fight is so tiny!” — reminds me of a sticky note I recently taped to my computer monitor. “Choose discomfort,” it says. It’s there to remind me that (a) my usual, unconscious priority is the path of least resistance, and (b) taking it is not always good for me. In fact the parts of my life that have been the most important and most rewarding — like marriage and parenting and writing and my clinical work — have also been the most demanding and difficult. But the controlling part of me (the part I call the inner monkey) loves to avoid all that and seek ease and comfort instead. “Listen — are you breathing just a little bit, and calling it a life?” writes Mary Olivor. The older I get, the more aware I become of that danger.