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Day 64: Surrendering to mindless gossip

3 Nov

I can hardly bloody hear anything for the tapping of my keyboard.

EVERY day I am privy to mindless gossip on my commuter train when I’m trying to update you with the important stuff of the day before, like making curtains. Usually I pull tortured faces and eventually stuff my headphones in my ears with a big sigh, to listen to that soothing Panics mantra, ‘Don’t Fight It’ on repeat.

Today, I am going to both exercise my observational skills (see Day 7, A Eureka Moment) and practise acceptance (Day 47, Learning how to ACT), by listening intently to the gossip and learning something. My own anecdotal style is so meandering, and my conclusion so elusive, that perhaps I’ll pick up some tips as to effective timing and delivery.

My carriage is packed, so it’s like someone’s fiddling with the radio dial, with everyone sped up, Henry Higgins-style. “Wittering,” Dad calls it.

“So your work is telling you that you can’t have Facebook in your personal life? Well excuse me, you don’t dictate to me… See this is why I don’t like the way they try and control your life.”
What I learned: If I try not to go up an octave when saying something self-righteous, I may sound less self-righteous.

“Daniel rang me Sunday just after the show. I said, ‘Ah yeah, I’ve just finished the last show.
He said, ‘It’s raining heaps in Bendigo.’
I said, ‘Yeah, I know – I’m in Bendigo.’
I think he thought the show was in Melbourne. He probably would have come if I’d told him.”
What I learned: Filler is acceptable and may lead to something exciting eventually: just keep flinging mud until something sticks.

“It’s their 25th wedding anniversary. What shall I text? Love you long time?”
“Look at you, you’re the golden child.”
“Aw, fuck you.”
What I learned: Some mates are good for banter; some mates are good for sentimentality. Expecting both from one person is expecting too much, so choose carefully.

“He must have been at Coles for 30 years now. So has that big tall bloke.”
“Awwww, yes, yes.”
What I learned: “Awww yes, yes” is the most accepted interjection on this train, and way more effective than my own version – “Mm” – as it conveys enthusiasm and takes longer to say. Useful for those one-way conversations where the correct response is undetermined.

Keeper? Yes. And I should probably get my ears syringed. I can just about eke out one-liners of gold around me, but I’ve already shifted seats once, so whole conversations elude me.

DAY 47: Learning to ACT

17 Oct

ACT stands for Acceptance and Commitment Therapy — except when it’ s applied to sportos and corporate types, when it suddenly becomes Acceptance and Commitment Training, because obviously people in those fields don’t need therapy. It updates the 7000-year-old practice of mindfulness with cognitive behavioural therapy exercises and other bits of Western psychology, and I’ve come along to a conference room in Melbourne with several hundred other curious characters to hear more about it.

ACT ties in with everything Hey Man, Now You’re Really Living is about: becoming more observant, present, grateful, fearless; developing a childlike curiosity and accepting the bits of the human condition — fear, depression, dread, pain — that we don’t like. It differentiates between our “observing self” and the “thinking self”. It’s the thinking self that has the mean streak, so ACT recommends you use your observing self — that’s who we’ve been from birth; call it your soul if you’re that way inclined —  to keep it in check.

As you might expect, there’s a fair bit of weird shit that goes on. Dr Russ Harris — who has variously been a doctor, a life coach, a therapist and a stand-up comedian — gets us each chewing a sultana for five minutes and gazing wonderingly at the back of our hands. Frequently I find myself succumbing to the usual thoughts I get when asked to listen for any length of time — one-track thoughts, with an R. Kelly soundtrack — but that’s okay. You just “thank your mind” for its diversion and drag yourself back to the here and now.

Unsurprisingly, there are acronyms and analogies aplenty to help us retain all this information. My favourite analogy: the observing self is the sky, while our thoughts and emotions are the weather. They’re transient, sometimes difficult, but will always change — and we need to go out and splash around outside regardless.

Keeper? D.E.F.O.

DAY TWENTY-TWO: Learning not to intimidate men sexually

22 Sep


MEN are very fearful of me, but I don’t know why. It’s like, they like me… but then as soon as I put the moves on them they run away like little girls.*  I decide to ask Flirt Diva Sue Ostler what the hell I’m doing wrong.

CASE STUDY 1: I’ve been out to dinner with this well-known hornbag a few times. I have to assume by the fact that he keeps asking me out that he fancies me — only he never makes a move. After our last date, at which he tells me he’s single and hints of his prowess in the sack, I text him and suggest he puts his money where his mouth is next time. He agrees lustily… and then disappears off the face of the earth.

Flirt Diva:
This hornbag has displayed all the traits known officially as Running Scared. Botttom line, “don’t talk the talk if you can’t walk the walk”. And as a man who’s used to swinging his willy around town, I suspect he needs to be in control – and that means calling the shots. He’s not ready for a ballsy woman. He can’t handle it. You’ve intimated the bejesus out of him. He needs to man up. He’s not man enough for you. And deep down, he knows it.

CASE STUDY 2: A drummer (for shame) is flirting with me at a festival and it’s all going great guns (until he shows me a pic of his grandchild and I gasp: “I didn’t think you were THAT old”), but I totally fail to make a move, despite what I interpret to be meaningful eye contact. Days later I email him and express my regret at not having kissed him. I don’t say anything graphic, but I DO leave a trail of dots at the end. And we all know what THAT means. He does not respond.

Flirt Diva:
There you are dishing out shag-me-senseless-smiles one minute, and rendering him impotent the next – what did you expect? You don’t suppose that recoiling in horror when he showed you the pic had anything to do with it, do you? And while it was ever so kind of you to express your regrets via email afterwards, not to mention the saucy dots at the end… let’s face it, he ain’t convinced. Newsflash – he’s a drummer! We are talking a LOT of testosterone, not to mention ego. He’s not going to take the risk of being bitchslapped by your rash impulses and unpredictable wily ways any time soon. He sees trouble with a capital T. He’d rather step away with his dignity intact than face the disease commonly known as “must-blurt-out-every-thought-I-think” that’s hardwired into your nervous system. Frankly, he’s too old for this shit.

CASE STUDY 3: Okay, I’m actually seeing someone in this instance… I think. We roll around for the first time; it’s great. The next day he texts to ask how I’m going and I respond in a lewd manner. He texts back: “Maybe it was the olives you ate last night.” I mean, what the hell? Surely one cannot come on too strong AFTER one has already done the deed?

Flirt Diva:
Hah! You’ve met your match. He’s playing you like a finely tuned mandolin. You had a roll around and it was great, so what does he go and do? He displays the classic trait commonly known as: “treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen”. And you fall for it like a proper little ingénue. He’s got you right where he wants you. Frankly he expected more of you; so did I for that matter. Where’s your fast and feisty comeback?

Keeper? What, me? No, apparently not.

* I even have this effect on other people’s men, as I discovered when I illicitly sent a rude message to my friend’s boyfriend from her phone, purporting to be her. He shut her down.