Sometimes, the truth of your situation is clear. What you see is what you get and what you get is a product of what you see. In that case, reality is consistent. Other times what you see is not what you get and what you see and what you get are both entirely different from what you expected. Sometimes, we get a mixture, you get what you see and not expected and sometimes, you get what you expected, though are puzzled by how it came out right.
In a sense, if what you see and what you get and what you expect are constantly in disagreement, the world labels you as schizophrenic. Yet, we are all schizophrenic to some degree. What we expect is often not what we see. Most of us are delusional, we believe in a fair world. We have assumptions about how things work, how people react to certain situations, what it feels like to be attacked, loved, hurt, scorned. But, then, every now and again, we find ourselves in a situation that is so intolerably different from our core beliefs that we experience a metaphorical shattering of these assumptions. After our experience we can no longer believe or experience or expect the same things from the world. These experiences are violent and traumatic by nature (hence the shattering). They need not be physical, though they may be. A good student failing an exam or course, a successful business person suddenly finding him or herself bankrupt, going through a divorce, being the target of a racial slur, all of these are examples of violence. The issue is not a matter of "How bad was it?" but a matter of "Which assumptions were shattered?"
More to the point, which false beliefs were no longer tolerated by what you see and get? Rather than being shattered, is it possible that flexible beliefs were snapped into a rigid position taking on a new and different shape simply because your experience with reality has shed light on the erroneousness of your previous feelings? I think that we experience both in the face of new and challenging situations and, as the memo at the top of my blog reminds you, I seem to be experiencing these situations at a rate that I consider frequent. There is a logical conclusion that can be drawn from this passage of ambiguity, but I won't give it to the reader. Perhaps you can infer on your own the description at which I am hinting, then go look it up in the dictionary, break it down to its roots, and have a vague intellectual concept of what I'm talking around.
If it's any comfort, I know what you're talking about. My body is going through a lot of changes right now, too. ;-)
Posted by: Mara at October 11, 2006 11:54 PMI don't quite know if we are talking about the same thing, but I will relate my experience. Since May I have had the feeling that the cancer was with me again. All the feedback I was getting from my oncologist's office (and they are the experts, after all) was that I was okay, NED (no evidence of disease). Also from people who love me and don't want me to leave, I was hearing their hopes that I was wrong. Even in my cancer support group, I was told to hang on to hope. I kept feeling like there was impending doom, sword of Damocles, waiting for the other shoe to drop just around the corner. Still the same feedback from my oncologist, to the point of feeling like I was getting a "Don't call us, we'll call you" message. Fine, so I was crazy. But I stopped calling them. I figured that, "Okay, something feels wrong. Maybe it's not cancer, but something is still wrong. Let's get to the bottom of this." I went to my family doctor.
Turns out I'm not crazy. There is something wrong and it is the cancer. I was feeling very paranoid while my internal reality was not matching the feedback that I was receiving. I feel much more at peace now that my two realities (internal and external) match. The way is clear. I understand.
The lesson in this for me it to trust my gut. This is a lesson that has been repeated over and over in my life and I still have trouble trusting my gut. And I want to say to my mother, 'I get it! The whole cosmic joke thing!" Yes, the universe has a sense of humor. In order to get the message to trust my gut instincts, the message had to come through my physical gut, not just once, but twice. First through my digestion, then the lump on my tummy. Okay, Mummy, I really do get it. Thanks for the insight. I love you.
Posted by: Ma at October 15, 2006 9:16 AMThats too deep
Posted by: Rahmat at October 17, 2006 11:49 PM