Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Why affairs happen - a sad tale of percentages.


Why affairs happen – a sad tale of percentages.

Someone asked me why men are so fickle and why we can’t keep our peckers in our pants. I knew the glib answer would be “Because we can” but I quickly recognised the hurt in her eyes and said , “It’s because of the 85 – 15% principle.”

All human beings want to belong, to be able to love and be loved in return, but what seems so simple in theory is so hard to live. You see, our basic human needs can never be fulfilled by a single human being, and the “white picket fence and living happily ever after” is a fantasy created by children’s story books and Mills and Boon novels. Normal is seriously non-evident and I still stick with that great philosopher Paul Hogan who says, “The whole world is insane except you and me, and half the time I’m not sure of you”. Perhaps the world is an asylum run by the inmates.

Knowing where we are, who we are, who we want to be and where we want to go in life seems so inexorably complicated and confusing to men and women. Getting what we need from our partners is even more elusive and seemingly impossible. The pressures of modern life and the demands of work, families, relationships have somehow overwhelmed us and so many people are just simply bored with life.

It is the boredom and a need for challenge that seems to drive people to find solace in the arms, hearts, minds and beds of someone other than their partner. Often it has something to do with a perception or feeling of fantasy “love” (love by definition is something which tickles the heart and buggers the brain!), but most often it has to do with recognition. Recognition by definition in this context is somebody who “cares” enough to ask me how I am, what I am feeling, and who values my opinion as my valid perception of the world.

We most often get between 80 and 85% of what we need from our partners emotionally, physically and cognitively, the rest we get from friends, family and our children and our community. No single person is able to give more, and we really should not expect more of them. People make lousy gods, yet we worship them unnecessarily despite the fact that they will disappoint us at times. The problem essentially lies with the remaining 15% and who gives us what we need to make us more feel more “whole”.

Wholeness is found in peace, often in solace and in a feeling of being together in mind, heart and spirit. Being the “thinking, feeling, acting and spiritual beings” that we are, we strive somehow to find balance and harmony between the different elements of ourselves. A solid sense of balance often goes hand in hand with maturity and learning form the lessons given by the University of Life. The confusing, hectic, all-demanding lack of humanness in the world around us can very often lead to a sense of disconnectedness and alienation. We need to feel we have a place in this world, we desperately desire believing in something – in essence, having a cause, a reason to be. It is when we do not feel like this, when we feel alone or lost that we are at our most vulnerable.

Imagine this: A man or women in a relationship that is not ideal nor perfect nor completely satisfying at a financial, social or intimate level due to the pressures of life. Along comes somebody of the other sex who simply finds a small (say 2 or 3%) place in the other person’s world. That small percentage is definitely missing at home and suddenly finds a “legitimate” place, or a foot-hold if you like. Once any person feels recognised, attraction may soon follow, more time is spent with them and the 3% percent very quickly becomes 5, then 10, then 15%. I don’t think I need to spell it out to you, but once a 20% threshold happens, the affair blossoms too.

The original partner no longer gets the time and emotional attention that the new 20% person gets now, and the older relationship fades in significance. Very quickly the new relationship by force of human nature has to take on the 85% , whilst the expectations of both new partners is an unrealistic 100% (the full 85% and the new 15%). It is for this reason that men and women in this situation seem to lose focus and abandon friends, family and children during this phase. So many affairs that lead to break ups in marriages do not lead to satisfying relationships and most times they fall apart too. Unfortunately, one hundred percent is more that any person is capable of giving to another, the pressure builds and that all powerful element of trust is brought into question (“if you could do it with me, you can do it with someone else”) immediately causing new issues of its own.

I guess that many people by choice have sporadic meaningless sexual encounters with other people when they are married, and human libido is what it is and may, at times, determine what we do. We do, however, have a conscience, we have available to us a set of standards, a personal moral code if you will that is ultimately determined by ourselves. Being laws unto ourselves, however, is a privileged and precarious place to be, and with it comes awesome responsibility. There is no condemnation here, just observation.

So much that is significant in this beautiful world is reduced to numbers. We are identified by our unique ID Number, everything we do is scrutinized and reduced to figures and sometimes meaningless statistics. At school we achieved passes or failures based on percentages, and we work with numbers all the time as a measure of success or defeat. If you are contemplating an affair, think about the numbers before you slip into, or slip her out of, that sexy little number.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

2000 and Mine - The Dawn of Possibilities!


So many people live lives of probability. “If I do this, then that will happen!” - “If I say this she will say that.”

We look at the situation, work of what will probably happen, and go with it. We see situations as given, as complete, as the way we see them. Someone said, “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are!”

We have the choice to entertain possibilities. The world is full of possibilities, so think outside the box, look at what can happen if there are infinite possibilities! We are so often stifled by our own limitations and thinking that options get blocked by the unconscious mind due to our “probability” scripts. As a little postscript, we have written these scripts, they are of our own making.

I am speaking of dreaming, seeing and wanting something so intensely that we create options, possibilities and new paths of feeling and thinking. We feel it, we own it and we become it.

So, the 2000 and Great was not all we expected it to be, the world economies have come crashing down and there is doom and gloom in every conversation. I say don’t go there, I say see 2009 as 2000 and Mine. It is the time when possibilities are endless and options abound. Dream a wonderful future, explore yourself and determine to own everything about yourself. Set goals, make them happen.

When we are in tune with ourselves we find ourselves in a place to be there for other people.

Monday, December 8, 2008

I Don't seem to get this

I don’t seem to get this

As a man, I really don’t seem to get it. Try as I may I work really hard to be that which she expects me to be. How do men compete with contemporary pop magazine culture where the idealisation and pontification is clearly evident and available as to everything philosophical regarding managing the “Ideal Man”? We also find ourselves falling desperately short of the fairy tale tall, handsome hero who rescues the damsel in distress and they live together in unending bliss for ever after? You see, she wants a knight in shining armour to adore her, which I do – if she would let me.

She also wants (as part of the armour) an unarmoured man who will dare to show his spirit and heart, a gentleman or gentle man. She has dreamt a man who will talk and share deep into the night and talk of dreams and hopes and fears. This I would do – if she would let me.

Being blessed with way above average emotional intelligence is a blessing and a curse. The blessing lies in the capacity to recognise our emotions, recognise the other person’s and the ability to respond appropriately. The curse is found in having to be ever mindful and ever careful regarding the words and intonations that emanate from our mouths. I am a psychologist and it is my job to do this, but I don’t ever want to be a shrink in the relationship.

Yet the man who will (out of story land folk lore that has been deeply ingrained since diaper time) stand bravely in the face of certain death is not allowed to show fear! Men have emotions, we feel them but don’t often recognise them for what they are. Even if we do recognise them, we have been conditioned not to acknowledge them or deal with them constructively.

We mere mortal men have more chance of falling pregnant by wind pollination than coming anywhere close to the “Loving” and “The Bold and the Beautiful” square jawed, broad shouldered, whisk me away on your private jet and wine and dine me in Acapulco on a whim man. He has all the right words, but haven’t you got it yet, they were written for him by a bunch of “oh so creative” scriptwriters whose sole work is to elaborate and perpetuate a glittering soft light fantasy. He has the luxury of redoing the scene as many times as the director sees fit to get the “perfect” scene. The rest of us only get one shot at it, live TV if you would like, and if we screw it up there are no edits, no reshoots and certainly no second chances.

The villain in this false fantasy world, despite his evil intent and obvious treachery also gets the girl, and his charm is noted and admired. He can be evil, but his devilish charm shines through. If I behave in any mild way (even by inference) like this bad man, I am condemned forever and am told that my parents weren’t married! He has faults, so do I, so why are his acceptable and mine not?

Take a peek with me, if you will, at the Hollywood stereotypes. Granted the Hugh Grantish iconoclastic Hollywood hero shines through – and he usually survives (with an injury or two which makes him quaintly endearing). The question I need to ask in all sincerity is how many times can a hero dare to show his true heart without being impaled for the sake of love?

The same hero may die, yet he is raised from death to live again in another movie to fight another series of battles, raging on in the name of some earth saving ethical epic with a love interest thrown in – again. Blood and guts abound, bombs explode in the air, the time bomb has ten seconds to world destruction, and a woman appears and love is immediate. Amidst the acrid smoke with nuclear decimation fast looming, the hero has time to talk with, fall in love with and kiss the girl. To top this, he always seems to get the girl for good irrespective of any unkindness he may have shown either intentionally or unintentionally!

So do I, but I always seem to forget the last scene of the last movie where I died! Battered and bleeding I lay on the battlefield surrounded by smoke and guts and gore and said it was all worth it.

Having gone through what I did in the last production, you would have thought I may have learnt a thing or two, and that I would only accept a new role with a new leading lady where I changed the rules, to selfishly suite me for a change. But oh no, not me, the shining daring caring knight has to rise over and over, only to be slaughtered again and again. Strange how we accept the same old scripts as our ongoing reality.

For once, I would like to be the man who dares to be a sensitive hero in a world that allows doors to be opened graciously, and not have it slammed on my fingers. You can’t flip the bird if your fingers are dismembered!

So I don’t really get it do I, or perhaps it is better to say that I shouldn’t accept the part if I am not prepared to die for love. Dying is, however, overrated I have found, and good parts are few and far between. Any actor has to do his share of histrionic soap operas to get a shot at the really big roles.

Maybe I should try my hand at following my dreams and become a rock star or published writer, but that’s another story.

Perhaps I should write that love song that will express my deepest emotions.

I don’t get it do I !

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

A poem about the Journey of Writing

Invisible Ink

Words that lie
In deep cerebellum dark cave
Memory hidden
Collective unconscious archive
Source of good and evil
Black and white
Shades of grey
Invisible Ink

Sparked by emotion
Image suddenly clearer now
Soaking into itself
All that went before
And dreams of things
To come
Avalanched from synapse
To synapse
From cleft to cleft
Tendril flooding
Emotion laden
Sparking thought and action
To reaction
In flash flood, sudden surge
Of invisible ink

Through muscle
And Cartilage
To hand
Flow to finger
And out on page
Visible ink
Raw emotion
Shaping words
And images
Exposed now
To see
And feel
And be
Set down for all
To see

Lost to found
To see lost
And become found
In lostness
Visible now
Transformed
Now formed
To be seen
To become
To be
Cruelly visible
All that is me
Indelibly done
Irreversibly
The sum
Of me

Mike Lacey-Smith
4 Feb 2006