Admitting selfishness & saying what you mean

The rose is one of the oldest, most beloved, most frequently used icons for the feminine principle. On the symbolic level, when Beauty said, “Bring me back a rose, Father,” in Beauty and the Beast, she was saying, "Bring me back some Mama."

On an ordinary, everyday, practical level, we can see why someone like Beauty could use an animal husband as well as some Mama. She has a bad habit of being too good.

Her sisters were acting vilely in the story, of course. Begging their father to bring back clothes and jewels and riches. But couldn’t Beauty have asked for something personal? A spool of thread? A book? New strings for her lute? No. Not this girl. She denies—even to herself—that she wants anything at all—even the rose—and it is this denial that brings on the problems in the story, not the Beast. Beauty’s denial of her own needs, her refusal to even try to figure out what she wants, brings a monster down on her whole family. In real life, a girl like this would be so passive-aggressive there’d be no living with her.

Selfishness is a basic human trait. We’re each born selfish as sea gull chicks {Mine! Mine!} ready to knock our siblings right out of the nest for any extra morsel. Selfishness is instinctual. It's a form of self-preservation, an archetypal way of acting, as demonstrated by Beauty’s sisters in Beauty and the Beast. Selfishness is the raw will to thrive in a hostile world. Thus no human being who is still breathing can be totally unselfish. We can only face up to the fact that we all have an inborn tendency to be selfish, and then try to manage that tendency without harming others.

As Thomas Moore says in Care of the Soul, there is simply no curing certain things in ourselves. All we can do is care for those things. But to take care of something, you have to—at the very least—be able to admit that it exists. Pretending not to be selfish does not equal ‘taking care of’ one’s selfishness. Pretending not to be selfish equals ignoring one’s selfishness.

Besides, if we don’t know what we want and how to go about getting it, why should anyone else know? Should other people have to read our minds so we can get whatever we want without having to come out and ask for it? That can get real nasty in real life. Not being able to just come out and say what you want—or what you mean, or what you feel—is the leading cause of resentment and divorce on the planet Earth.

But… maybe we should give a girl like Beauty the benefit of the doubt. She seems so nice. Maybe she really doesn’t want a single thing for herself. Maybe she has completely conquered all desire, like a bodhisattva.

Riiii-ght. Then she should’ve said so, "I don't want a thing, Father." Instead, she just made up a rose story to keep her sisters from getting mad at her.

Saying something you don’t mean to keep someone else happy merely allows their bad attitudes to determine your actions.

Going along with something you don’t agree with just to be polite is not civil—it’s servile. And it’s also downright dangerous, as we’re finding out every day.

Funny… how not being aware of one's own selfishness and not being able to say what you want go together so well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bombs in the baby carriages

My day job is caring for newborn to preschool infants, and in case you haven't done that for a while, or ever, it is a remarkably difficult job. Newborns require patience, complete sacrifice of one's own goals, and consciousness of the probable long-range effect of everything one is saying or doing on another human being. (Which of course is not possible. One can only strive and fail.)

When I look around at all the violence in the world, I have to ask, "Is what we're really seeing our world-wide failure as parents? What happened to those bombers, when they were so small they only slept an hour or two at a stretch, and cried interminably for 'no apparent reason'? What violence was done to them way back then, before consciousness was even possible, which settled deep into the crevices of their psyches, and burst out later in adulthood as pieces of flying shrapnel?"

I know, I know. Just saying this opens me up to all sorts of criticism. You're blaming mothers and fathers for horrible things their children do… that's  not fair, etc., etc.,etc.

And maybe it isn't fair. Maybe we can't just blame the mothers and fathers. Maybe we have to blame some of the cultures we've created, the ones that don't cherish children or childhood. The ones that create grinding poverty and a sense of hopelessness for most people while a chosen few get unimaginably rich. The ones that look down on motherhood and stay-at-home moms. The ones where it costs so much to live that everyone has to work, and no one has the time and patience to deal responsibly with a newborn. The ones that send mothers back to work 6 weeks after birth.

Once again, we end up having to blame ourselves; realizing the enemy are us.

Because it's just damn obvious that the more time, thought, and energy we put into caring and providing for young children, the less violence we would have in the world.

The Enemy Are Us

You know what's really depressing? Feeling like it's your job to spread the word about the human shadow.

This must be how exactly those Dr. Oz guys feel. They say the same things over and over — eat less bad fat and sugar, eat more good fat and fiber, get more exercise, get more rest, turn off the TV, go play outside, blah blah blah — while of course most of us stay just as unhealthy and out-of-shape as we ever were. But those guys are doctors. They feel like they have to keep saying it. So they do keep saying it. Every week, every article, every TV show… (At least they get paid for repeating themselves.)

So here I am, talking about the human shadow again: (but not getting paid)

Rather than acting like we don't know why in hell such grisly things keep happening all over the world — which will never stop them from happening — why don't we admit that we really do know.

Why don't we go ahead and admit that it's our own obsession with power and explosions and guns and graphically portrayed violence, multiplied by how many weak-minded people there are in the world.

We fly drone bombers. We wage wars and topple regimes in other countries for bad reasons. We fund munitions factories, but we don't fund schools and teachers. We let our children play — play — with deadly weapons, and with simulations of attacks on others with deadly weapons. We allow things which are absolutely sub-human to flourish on the internet, where any fool can access them.

We are responsible for the effect of our actions. And we are also responsible for becoming as aware as we can of these effects. — Rollo May