Friday, December 2, 2011

The Underdog Hero of Your Life

Just a few days ago, I had a conversation with my mother. (This is always fun.)

"...No, Mom, you don't understand. I haven't written anything in that book in months. And do you even KNOW how long it's been since I've even posted a blog?"

"Yes, I know, Dear. That's usually called 'depression'. ...Are you depressed?"

Typically when my mom asks a question that I would consider "ridiculously obvious" I laugh, but this time, I didn't have the energy.

"Uh, yeah. I'm depressed."

And so the conversation went, but not for too long. I can't really remember what all we talked about, except that I remember thinking that I knew I didn't WANT to be depressed. And yet, I knew that I had been. For a while.

I went through a pretty trying situation about this time last year, and it didn't turn out very well. To add insult to injury, I've been the target of someone's ire ever since.

"Oh, I'm sorry you're depressed, honey..."

"Well, I have been for a while now..."

Almost exactly a year, if you want the truth. And it really frickin' sucks. You know, I think I've had enough of this. I hear that I have plenty to be disenchanted about... I won't go into the details, but suffice it to say that it's almost as bad as a rock in your shoe. But while we may always have unexpected challenges in life, that which I am "through with" is less about what is happening, and more about the way I've allowed these big challenges to drag me down.

(Not blogging, for instance.)

Ok, well... Let's be honest here. I'd appreciate a slowdown of the challenges. But this rock bothering me is a bonafide bully that I can't seem to shake out of my shoe. And so I'll just have to live with the challenges for now, somehow. But how? By putting one foot in front of the other. Breathing in, breathing out, then repeat.

Some really cheerful person said that life is 10% what happens and 90% how we respond to it. I guess that means that even if that 10% is pure poison, we still have control over how healthy the remaining 90% is. Good news, I imagine...

I have always been a positive person. People who meet me these days might not realize that, if I'm being brutally honest with myself... I feel like I have lost some of that cheerful glow I used to have. (A real bummer; I sort of liked how I felt, wearing that cheerful glow...) As life prods on, we overcome one obstacle at a time (some better than others) and we learn that we can put in an effort and make some difference in our outcome. It's better, somehow. At least a little, if we try.

But at some point, if we are less effective, we lose steam. We may be less effective for any of a number of reasons; some of which may be our doing, and others, like illness or situations, may be out of our control. Either way, we start to fail a little here and there... And one day we wake up, see our next obstacle. It's big, it's hairy, it's face-on, and we think "...Holy shit!"

When we are knocked down farther and farther by our "failures", whether real or perceived, our obstacles look bigger and bigger when we see them in front of us. Does this mean they are really more of a challenge? Are these obstacles impossible to overcome, simply because they block out our sun? Shivering in the cold shade of our challenges, are we doomed to epic failure?

Not necessarily.

The only difference between the first time we failed and the last time we failed, is how the obstacles look bigger and bigger, as we are closer and closer to the ground.

New Years is coming up, so let's take the goal many have of quitting smoking. Many have tried to quit several times over, and each time they try and fail, a person is less inclined to believe they can quit. Have you ever heard someone say "I have tried so many times, and I just can't do it." Each time someone fails to accomplish a goal, the challenge seems bigger, and more difficult to reach. Every time we fail, we feel lower, because each time, we fall farther.

But remember this: the cigarette is the same. it didn't change. It didn't become more addictive, it's just as hard (or easy) to quit one time as any other. It's not a more difficult opponent to combat. It's the same as it ever was. Why does it seem nearly impossible to quit? Because when someone has tried ten times, and failed 100% of the times they have tried, it is a little, um... deflating. But the challenge is the same.

Whether or not someone is able to quit is based on how they see their challenge... The obstacles to the goal. I guess that's why they also say when we keep our eyes on the prize, we have a better chance of getting there. We don't see our obstacles, or our failures, so we can't be intimidated by them. It doesn't matter if the goal is being nicotine free, or being a healthier weight, or being free of a relationship, or making a better grade in school. The goal matters most, and it becomes no more challenging to achieve. We become intimidated by our own failure, and when we eventually quit trying, that is when we truly fail. As long as we keep trying, we haven't really failed. There is always a chance to win the prize, one way or another.

Remember the movie Rudy? it's one of my favorites... (I think I'll watch it tonight, in fact... It's that kind of night!) I think everyone has seen the movie Rudy, and if you haven't... Watch it tonight on Netflix, DVD or a VHS from the library... Gather your family and grab the tissues, too.

I mention the movie because it is a perfect example of why we must keep trying. Why our failures must not stand in the way of what we know we need in life. Can you imagine any movie in which the protagonist has a very easy time getting everything they want, and have no challenges or failures on their way to the top? (And if you have seen a movie like that, was it any good?) I vote for the underdog! I want the little guy to win. I want the person who has heart and drive and perseverance to be the one who gets a happy ending!

(Well... You know what I mean...)

Movies are great glimpses into other worlds, and can teach us a lot, really... Below are a dozen inspirational underdog movies I either love, or have heard* are really amazing... But all are guaranteed to convince you that it's worth it to fail, as long as you keep trying. As you watch any (or all!) of these movies, think of yourself. Don't see it as selfish... Think of yourself as being the real-life inspiration for someone in your life, whether it's someone you know and love, or someone you haven't even met yet.


Everyone has the chance to be a hero, but the key to being the underdog hero is overcoming obstacles. Think you have to be perfect to win the admiration of others? You are wrong, and this is why... Gaining "success" without overcoming obstacles may be something to envy, but nobody can relate to that, because everyone has challenges. Everyone. People can't relate to someone who has success without first seeing some failure. Consider, too, that it's harder to respect someone who got what they want without any challenge... While you are trying to be perfect, ask yourself if perfection is worth losing real respect and admiration. Isn't a little failure a small price to pay for actually EARNING a hero status in the heart of someone YOU look up to?

(Hell, I know now I'm inspired...!)

Be a hero to the ones you love, and those who love you, by being the underdog who faces your challenges, eye to eye, gets up when you fall, and never stops trying, until you win. THIS is how you gain admiration and respect, not by being perfect and preventing all failure. And remember that the more you try and fail, the better the story when you eventually succeed.

Feel like a coward? Think again. What is something all cowards and heroes have in common? Fear. If you are afraid, you are in excellent company.

So watch one or more of these movies, picture yourself inspiring someone who loves you, then get inspired to take charge of whatever fear you have that is standing in the way of you seeing your challenges for what they are: plot details in a really great underdog story.


Thursday, March 11, 2010

Wild Bill Suda's Birthday Party 3/12- Freebies for the whole Korner

"Listen, Kid... Forget everyone else. Do what YOU want to do. You'll be worm food soon enough, so do what you want to do."

I can't remember when Grandpa said that to me, because it could have been once, or it could have been a hundred times. He died in 2003 but sometimes I can hear his voice still ringing in my ears, helping me when I'm not sure of what path to take.

March 12th is Grandpa's birthday, and this year he'd be 90. If he were still were alive, he'd be at The Korner, a neighborhood bar, buying everyone and their dog (yes, the dog, too), a round (or four) of beer. Well, I'm passing around a little love on Grandpa's birthday. I'm doing what I want on his birthday. (And he'd like that.)

I'm not really sure of whether or not Grandpa was an Aspie, but it really wouldn't surprise me. He did things differently, and he always understood me. He was the person in my life that really "got me" and when he passed, it was tragic for me. That person who "got me" was gone.

Little did I know that he would always be around to remind me of his advice. His words of wisdom that always came my way... Every summer I would stay with my grandparents out at their ranch near Lake Somerville, and I still treasure those mornings when we would make our rounds together to feed the catfish, and check on the cattle. Most of the times we walked quietly, but when we talked it was meaningful. I don't know that I could tell you everything that we talked about, but it comes to me when I need it the most.

In honor of Grandpa's 90th birthday, I decided to celebrate the way he would have.

I have a private consulting practice called Aspie Friendly, and I decided that the most fitting way to honor my Grandpa, "Wild Bill" Suda, would be to give some stuff away.

If you want to learn more about it, go to my consulting site at www.AspieFriendly.org. If not, that' cool, too.

But either way, let's pass around some love in honor of Grandpa! Me? I'm giving out free consulting for the whole Korner.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Dissected Meaning: Knot of Me poem

I am often asked how people with autism think differently. That's a pretty difficult thing to explain, since in order to understand, I have to think about what I am going to say, and the other is to think about my answer! Having an autism spectrum disorder isn't a terrible thing, so I really don't like to hear when people talk about the "epidemic" of autism or how people are "suffering" with it. If there is a reason we suffer, it is more likely to do with a lack of acceptance than because we have some perceived abnormality about our thought process. Consider this: If the primary "issue" is with social skills, doesn't it stand to reason that if there were no interaction with another person, there would be no "disorder"? Dr. Tony Attwood said (something like) that in a conference I attended, and I thought it was a brilliant point. The only reason there is anything "wrong" with me is because of the way think in relation to those around me. (Personally, I am glad I think differently than "most others", and if you have ever been stuck in traffic, you can understand why.)

I read this poem to someone I love very deeply, and it confused him. Read out loud, it is a sort of play on words, and is fairly ambiguous to most, I imagine. A day or two later he told me that he watched something about John Denver which helped him understand how words can mean one things to one person and another to another. What before seemed like frustrated dismissal was now different. I was really honored to hear his tone of voice, it sounded like admiration. Like maybe my words were not idiotic and confusing, but beautifully complex. (Not that I was aiming for that, but it's nice to be in the latter instead of the former!)

I have posted this poem before, but this is the whole thing, followed by an explanation. There are a couple of different meanings in this poem... Maybe you can pick them out when you read through it.



Knot of Me


You think you think
You thought to know me

But no, you know,
You know not of me...

Thoughts and words that
Twist around me

No one knows the
Thoughts that bound me...

Thought you thought the
Things that think me

Didn't know my
Mind distinctly...

Not the thoughts that
Cruel, betray you

Knots that tie and
Sometimes fray you...

I'm not yours and not the thought that's
Fraught with fright that you've begot...

I'm the me that you don't see, the
Me that's scared, but free to be...

Free to be not you but me.

You think you think
You thought to know me

No, you know,
You know not of me...

Not of love, but
Love of me

Try the me that's
All me of me

Not of THE love
But love OF me



This poem is, in part, about having aspergers, and what it's like to be so misunderstood that intentions, motivations and feelings are completely misinterpreted. (It is also about the same on a personal level, but that's another story!)

For those who are interested in trying to decipher Aspie thinking, I'll go into what is sure to otherwise be a relatively boring, in-depth explanation of the parts of the poem. (Granted, I didn't think about all this as I wrote it, but as it flowed, this is what it is all about.) Oh, and the "you" is no one specifically... It's the "you" of those it applies to, I guess.


Knot of Me
(Dissected!)

The knot reference is about being complex, being bound and protecting myself from the elements of others' thoughts and beliefs.

You think you think
You thought to know me
But no, you know,
You know not of me...

Is simply saying "you were thinking to yourself that you understand me and how I think, but you really don't."

---

Thoughts and words that
Twist around me

No one knows the
Thoughts that bound me...


This is talking about not only my own thoughts and words that flow in and out of my mind and body, but those thoughts about mine, which surround me in a convoluted sort of way, and twist themselves into a different perspective of my own thoughts and words. It's sort of a play on words, saying that others "twist words"... But also, others "twist thoughts", including their own... It's hard to explain, but that's what I am saying... As far as "thoughts that bound me", that is in part about my thoughts, binding me into what can be quite a stigma from others, and protecting myself by being knotted, so to speak. But moreover, it's that others' inaccurate thoughts about what I think, feel, my intents, my motivations, etc., bind around me cause me to feel somewhat suffocated or emotionally strangled, and are destructive to me on that kind of level. It's like sheltering myself from a storm, I guess.

---

Thought you thought the
Things that think me


Didn't know my
Mind distinctly...



This is saying that you thought you figured out the things that I think about, the things that make me tick... And you think you understand those things so well. But the assumptions you make are the types of thought which control the thinker, and my thoughts do not control me. You simply don't think the way I do, and you can't read, let alone understand, my mind or thought process clearly at all.

---

Not the thoughts that
Cruel, betray you


Knots that tie and
Sometimes fray you...


What this means is a few things... First, the thoughts I have are not those which are of emotional (or any other kind of) betrayal. I can be angry, but I don't think terrible things and I don't hate. Those things betray you, the thinker of those hateful thoughts. Hate destroys. Don't assume that I have something against you, or that I want to hurt you or want you to suffer in any way. I am living my life, and if you have some kind of belief that I am out to get you because I think differently, then I don't know where that comes from. I just don't think that way. But most of the rest of the world does, and that is detrimental to the thinker. Thoughts like that "fray" a person, it reduces them to something which can not be held together. Although, at the same time, my thoughts and feelings are somehow those which can "fray" a person, simply out of their frustration of trying to "figure me out"! lol! So the cruel thoughts which betray you are your own thoughts of anger and/or hate, and not the kind of things I think or want. And it's your anger with destroys you. Interestingly, it's being angry about my lack of hate which also is frustrating to you.

---


I'm not yours and not the thought that's
Fraught with fright that you've begot...


You can't control me, you can't posses my thoughts or tell me what to think, and I won't think like you simply because you expect me to... And I'm not what you think, and I'm not what you think me INTO. I am not you, as you are afraid because (among other reasons) your thoughts are those which reduce you to being terrified, so you have to cover your fear with anger. I don't go for that!

---

I'm the me that you don't see, the
Me that's scared, but free to be...


...but that's not to say I don't have fear! But my fear is not limiting. My fears don't stop me from thinking. You can't see into my mind, so you can't see that I'm afraid, but I am. I'm just not afraid because of my thoughts, I'm afraid because of YOURS. But you don't see that, and you don't see who I am. If I am not what you think me into, I am invisible to you. You can't conceive that I am something other than what you think, so if I'm not, then I don't exist at all in your eyes.

---

Free to be not you but me.

I may be afraid, but I don't have to be you or think like you. I can think for myself, thank you God.

---

You think you think
You thought to know me


No, you know,
You know not of me...


Repeat of earlier... But emphasizing. "See? I told you that you do not get me, you are so wrong about what I am thinking." You know not of me here is leading into a new concept in the poem, so while the "know not of me" means you don't think like me, you don't understand my thoughts... It also means that you don't know what it's like to think the way I do. It's a slight shift, and it's a loving thing... It's not a defensive thing, it's more of a... (Well, let's keep reading the poem for more...)

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Not of love, but
Love of me


Ok. Here is the new point. See, it's very strange how people can misinterpret me, and say that my thinking is off or that I don't think "correctly" but that is so odd... Because when they actually start to listen, they realize that maybe the way I think (and that they don't think that way) is the missing link to why they are not happy with life. Everyone has a chip, it seems like. So they are so quick to say what's wrong with me. And yet, if they try thinking the way I do, they can have a paradigm shift that is pretty cool. I have seen people finally "click" with what I am thinking, and it's almost like they found what they were looking for out of life. Not that they are looking for me, but for this way of thinking, living, seeing life in general. It's easy to criticize that which one does not understand. But when they understand it, they see that thinking in loving ways is the way to be happy. Not being self-sacrificing, but having a sense of inner peace and calm. I've heard the word "actualized" although I don't know that I am old enough to be self-actualized...! lol! But I guess it's a little like that.

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Try the me that's
All me of me


Continuing with that point, I'm saying "If you are going to appreciate what I say, or one element of my thinking, why don't you try thinking like this as a whole? Why not set aside your thinking and try a different way? Because you have had a glimpse of that which is joy and happiness, simply with fresh thought. So why not extrapolate that out and live life that way?" That's what try all me of me means.

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Not of THE love
But love OF me


I always knew I would have a hard time explaining this last part, it's one of those things that "would be" misunderstood, so I have always been a little nervous about not explaining it. (As well as nervous about explaining it! lol..)

I said before that maybe it'd be a good idea to try to think this way, to live life thinking the way I do... Because when one finally stops criticizing my thought process, they end up loving the way they feel, or they appreciate my perspective/s. But I'm saying here that it's not enough to love that... It's not enough to like what you see, as an outsider, or love how you feel to think this way. That's great, and it's a lot better than binding my thoughts an emotions with your twisted views of what I am thinking... But really, become me. My thought affects who I AM. Don't appreciate it, don't just love how you feel around the thinking. Be it. Become it. We are all love, we are all light and truth... They say God is love, and God is everywhere, so that means He is in me and in you... He is in the sun and He is in a blade of grass. He is in you, even when you are angry... But you are lost from the light and from love. Connect to that, be that. Don't love the way you think it would be to think this way...! Instead, think this way, and live a life of light. Don't try love, but instead... BE the love that IS me, and IS you.


So that's what Knot of Me is. It's about defending the complexity of my thought process, but it's also about helping the reader to learn how to actually live life the way it was meant to be. Not sure of why I felt the need to do this explanation today... But there must be a reason!

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