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I've always found it interesting that so many people don't realize that they aren't the main character in everyone else's stories too.I was talking with a friend once, about a situation where I'd been deeply hurt by another person, and after he listened to me for a while he stopped me and said, "Jim, no one has ever done anything to you in your whole life."
I was flabbergasted. I had a list.
But when I started to make gobbling noises like a turkey he held up his hand and said, "Hear me out. How many times have you been so intent on getting what you wanted in a situation that you ran right over someone else doing it?" I had to admit that there had been lots of those times. "Okay," he went on, "when you did that, were you cackling and thinking to yourself how you were really going to make them suffer, or were you just oblivious to how your actions affected them?" It was the latter, of course. "Well," he concluded, "it's the same way almost every time someone hurts you - you aren't the target, but they're trying to get what they want and you have the misfortune to find yourself in their way. Not your fault, but not about you, either." He spoiled righteous indignation for me forever - now every time someone cuts me off in traffic, or lies to me, or whatever, I almost always realize after I've been mad for a few seconds that I've done that same thing to other people, and remember that I was just being self-absorbed and oblivious, not sadistic. Short of a few incidents that really were driven by people's malice, he was right. And even then, that malice was about their characters, not about their targets.
Kind of like one of the Four Agreements in the book by that title by Don Miguel Ruiz - never take anything personally. It makes it less painful and turns ugly behavior into a phenomenon more like bad weather, something to watch for and avoid if possible, but not to shake one's fist at the sky and yell "Why me?" about.




