Letter F is for the Feeling Balloon and people afraid of things growing at them.
A to Z entries: My post for each letter of the alphabet will be anecdotes or musings based on an element from the previous letter’s post. Names always changed, events always real.
~ Letter E was for Erotomania and misinterpretation, and now in conclusion, Part 2 and the…feeling balloon. ~
“It takes talent to know talent,” Professor Schlesinger from my sociology class said to me years ago.
I was a complete screw-up during my first attempt at college, and generally stopped attending all classes midway through the semester. This left me bargaining with professors the following semester to turn Incompletes into letter grades. They usually assigned me papers and had me sit in the classes. Even then, I often didn’t finish.
In the case of Professor Schlesinger, it was a pleasure to sit in her class. She probably allowed me to come back two or three semesters before I was too embarrassed to ask. Animated and engaged, she possessed a sense of compassion and morality that she projected to the class without preaching. She was in her fifties with Louise Brooks hair, a husky voice and an Israeli accent.
I never completed that sociology class. But I did turn in one of the papers, a critical essay on sociology of the arts and elitism. She was impressed with it. But she also knew she wasn’t going to see me again, even before I knew it. She didn’t judge me and only said:
“That piece of paper, the degree, is not a big deal.” She looked at me squarely in the face and went on: “It’s only a big deal if you don’t have it. Don’t waste yourself. You are talented. Believe me, it takes talent to know talent.” I believed her. I considered her talented, so her words became one of the pillars of my self-esteem.
Reciprocity of my admiration has for me always validated admiring a person in the first place. It takes talent to know talent; it takes being loved to love. The love of parent to child, master to apprentice, lover to lover, is a back and forth stream, a reciprocal loop. When one lover stops loving the other, a break occurs.
In Persian, we say to the people who love and miss us: del be del rah dareh
It translates to: from heart to heart, there is a path
It means, the feeling is mutual – our two hearts have a path between them.
I’m not saying it’s impossible to love without having it returned. I’m merely relaying my personal experience: to me, love by virtue of its nature is reciprocal. So no, it’s never happened that I held someone in my esteem that I didn’t feel held me in their esteem.
But what does it mean to feel something, as opposed to know it?
Depending on your degree of skepticism, you may or may not give credence to feelings or intuition. Some say that intuition, and supposed accurate readings of tarot cards or tea leaves have to do with subconscious deductions based on clues and triggers. For example, you may come across someone new whose reactions and behavior you can predict. It would be likely that they have a similar psychology to someone you knew in the past but don’t consciously recall. In the same way, during a psychic reading, the reader is said to pick up on a person’s lifestyle and mental state based on body language and myriad other physical and communicational clues.
In short, being “intuitive” might simply mean the subconscious processing of stored information gathered from previous experiences, and not be actually at odds with reason.
I played with that theory when considering the following.
Surprise Number One:
Friend: Will you join me at 6pm sharp for a surprise?
Me: Can I know the category?
Friend: Wear comfortable shoes.
Me: Like sneakers? Or comfortable heels? Because if for example, I were going salsa dancing, I would wear heels. Sneakers wouldn’t work.
Friend: Not sneakers.
The surprise was indeed a private salsa lesson. It wasn’t an outrageous guess on my part. We had talked about various kinds of dance in general.
Surprise Number Two:
Friend: Would you join me for a sunset surprise on the west side?
Me: Can I know the category?
Friend: Sightseeing. You don’t have to dress a particular way.
Me: Does it involve a small plane?
Friend: Now why would you ask that?
Me: I don’t know. Does it?
We had never had a single conversation about aviation, Cessnas, flying lessons or the like. I have no idea why of all the things located on the “west side,” I immediately saw the little airport by his place in my head.
Perhaps it was a random hunch, perhaps he is especially good at transmitting images without trying, or perhaps it was an educated guess based on subconscious stored data in my brain.
It doesn’t actually matter by which mechanics gut feelings or intuition operate. The point is, they exist. Sometimes they guide, other times they lead us astray. Because I don’t understand how intuition works, I’d rather know things than intuit them. But that doesn’t mean feelings of certainty don’t persist in me: I feel he loves me even though I know he’s an ass to me.
Ironically, it’s the most intuitive people that are most in danger of being wrong. It’s simple. They get cocky. Their intuition is right-on so often, they start to believe they’re always going to be right. They ignore the mind’s capacity to play tricks on them.
Take an extremely gifted chiropractor I once knew. She was a former gymnast and began her second career as a chiropractor with the foundation of knowledge she had amassed during her years as an athlete. She had the uncanny ability to figure out your problem even if you’d gone in for, say, your neck, when it was your running shoes that were too tight and setting off a domino effect in your spine. I referred to her as an intuitive practitioner and sent friend after friend to her. When it came to chiropractic care, she was simply never wrong. But her intuitive gift in one area made her believe she was intuitive in all areas. As a result, she was a bit of a lovable kook who practiced no discretion with her outlandish conspiracy theories and such. Inevitably, her kookiness in other areas would weaken her credibility in the one area she was truly gifted.
My intuitive feelings have their say regardless of my reasoning abilities. Several posts ago, I wrote about metaphorically reaching inside a person to shake hands with their interior. This made me think about people who are dazzled by the sincerity and enthusiasm of someone who wants to know their insides, versus those who have solid defenses up to keep out others until it feels safe.
That post was an exploration of people who hand themselves over to you. But I suddenly understood, the exact opposite happens too, and it solved a dozen mysteries in my mind about types who hold themselves away from you. Some people have exceptional defenses against interior-grabbers. In fact, they’re suspicious of eagerness. And they have a right to be – what if they open up, and once they do, you move on?
As is the contrary nature of things, the ones who guard themselves most are those you’re most determined to reach. Perhaps you feel safe because they aren’t grabbing at you.
People are generally afraid of things that grow towards them. Think of feelings as a giant balloon that encompasses you and grows as it gets filled with more air. Then think of a person in front of you who is not in a balloon. You’re a big scary balloon growing at them!
Ideally, you want the person in front of you to be in a balloon of their own. That way, the two of you will grow towards each other, touch, bounce off and grow some more.
And if the person without a balloon loves you? You feel it? But they’re afraid of you? You can tell? They know you can tell. And this makes them even more afraid. It’s a crazy conundrum.
Until they grow up.
But sometimes, fifteen years go by and when they find you and share their epiphany, you’re already married to someone else. Or dying of something terminal and cursing them for depriving you of themselves for the last fifteen years.
On the other hand, right from the start, you can rely on reason instead of feeling. Whether or not your feeling is right, the end result will be the same. That means whether a person loves you secretly or doesn’t love you at all, their behavior amounts to the same.
(shorter, lighter A to Z posts starting tomorrow)
~ Part of the A to Z Challenge ~
A post a day except Sunday for the month of April to cover topics beginning with each letter of the alphabet.
Cathartic Monkeyism returns in May.
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