I've been digging through my bookshelfs for something to read and found
How to be your own Best Friend by Dr Paul Hauck. It isn't much of an academic book, just a short 110 page book with advice and ideas, and as he said in the introduction, it has to be read a few times to get the ideas into your mind.
In chapter 5 there is a little passage on
Co-operation, respect and love, and it it he has these rules:
Rule 1: If people do something nice to you, do something nice to them.
Rule 2: If people do something bad to you, do something nice to them anyway, but only twice.
Rule 3: If people continue to treat you badly, and talking to them has not helped, then do something equally annoying to them, but do it without anger, guilt, pity, or fear of rejection or injury.
It sounds a bit glib, but only after reading it a few times I realised what rule 3 really says; without fear of rejection, without fear of injury. If you cannot do something back to them without being rejected or injured, do they still deserve love and respect?
And there are 4 options if you find a situation unacceptable:
Option 1: Toleration without resentment
Option 2: Protest
Option 3: Separation
Option 4: Toleration with resentment.
1 is easy, everybody know someone with some quirks you don't like but are willing to live with. 2 everybody has done to some extent and if that don't work you have to go to 3 or 4.
I've recently done the separation bit with people who were not willing to listen to my protests, and I really feel much more comfortable about it. I do miss them a little, but they don't seem to miss me and that I can live with.
The toleration with resentment is tearing me apart. I've tried to protest, and it didn't work. I've tried without resentment, but I hate what they do to me too much. So now I'm going for separation. It is going to be a long process, and they have been obstructing me for the past 10 years, but I'm going to get there, 38500 to go, 15 months at the present rate.
What is that? Song lyrics? Poem?
No, just some doggerel that has been in my mind for a few years now.
I listened to an interview with a writer a few years abck and he said it is sad that with all the wonderful poetry and writings there is in this world the only things that really stuck is the non-important things.
And then he quoted this little gem:
"I wish I was a little grub
that sailed upon my tummy.
I would sail into a honey pot
and make my tummy yummy"
And I heard it once and I still remember it.