This morning I got myself into a public quarrel.
A verbal exchange of the swear-iest proportions.
Don’t judge too quick…
Usually when conflict arises in my world I’m generally good at:
- assessing and diffusing
- looking at the big picture
- evaluating
- gathering information and facts
- taking time to work out my role
- and acting in the best way at that time.
Anger is not normal behaviour for me. It’s rare. I don’t do anger very well. I can’t be doing with it. It’s too painful. Not to mention the sweats, heart-rate and stress.
Not today. It started, heightened and ended in a flash.
Here’s what happened…
I was walking down my street (not just for the fun of walking up and down, I had been somewhere. I mean I don’t go out and just walk randomly.<– oh, see what I’ve done, used flippant humour to take the eek away from sharing this with you.)
Start again…
I was walking down the street, coming up the road was a man with a dog on a lead. The dog was pulling and just as I was thinking, ‘Thank goodness my two walk to heel’ I witnessed the man yank the dog back, lifting him/her the air, till all paws were off the ground and then kick him/her in the rib area, at the same time screaming to the dog, ‘Walk fucking properly’.
Insert nice quotes about reacting:
Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.
It’s not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.
I sooooooo reacted.
There aren’t many things in my life that still push those seeing-a-definite-shade-of-red-let-me-have-it-button, but any abuse or mistreatment of animals (or anything that breathes) is one.
Well. Today I pushed them.
I told him that his behaviour was abusive.
He told me to F-off.
I told him he was well out of effing out of order.
Same reply.
I told him he was a cruel b-word.
Same reply.
I told him that instead of abusing, how about some training.
Same reply. He then got up close. Really close. In the moment I did think I was going to be bopped.
So the anger turned to fear. I looked down at the dog and thought to myself this is not a time to back down. Stupid of me? Yeah. Well. Maybe.
Have you ever had a moments when you just come back into yourself regardless the intensity of emotions?
The moment when you cease to be in ‘it’ and observe it?
This became one of those moments. I’ve no idea where the anger went but when I could see right into the whites of the owners eyes, I said ‘you know it’s wrong, you just know’ and then I turned and walked away.
Fight done. Nothing achieved. Chaos over. Breathing again.
Shaking, yes. But pleased I didn’t start crying until I got in the house. (That would be where the energy of the anger went then.)
Could I have handled it differently? Of course.
Can I see where this came from? Totally.
Could I have ignored what I witnessed? Of course. But why should I look away when the dog couldn’t (oh, I see I’m still angry).
Why am I sharing this with you?
I’m not really sure, I had planned a post about Facebook spamming for today but since you’re here:
- There will be times when all the learning and theory goes out the fecking window. There is a massive difference between knowing something and just knowing.
- Being who you really are also includes those parts of you that you don’t see or (want to) recognise are part of you. We all have them so don’t worry.
- That there will be some events that take you to places emotionally that scare the begeez out of you. Breathe.
- That we can’t possible grow unless we know what we’ve already cultivated.
- That we all have triggers waiting to be pushed.
- Tears are a release. Use them.
- Anger brings nothing.
- Breathe.
- I’m so human.
Here’s what went out the window today:
- Breathing.
- Not listening first to what my body was telling me before I reacted. Forgetting to ask myself ‘what do I feel right now?’ Working that out first and then acting.
- I didn’t tell myself to ‘Get In The Boat’. Huh? A great technique (today I forgot about it, was it because it happened too fast?) Basically think about the times in the past when you have reacted and regretted. Did you feel flooded with emotions? Overwhelmed? Drowning? See these feelings as a fast flowing river, carrying you with them. When you feel them, tell yourself to ‘Get In The Boat’ and visualise yourself doing it. Usually works for me, so give it a go.
- Not consciously controlling the emotions I could’ve controlled. And trying to control that what I can”t.
Your Turn
Got any tips or ideas for this one? What would you have done? Please share them in the comments, see you there.
PS: I did report them.
Amber says
I’m afraid to say it but I probably would have reacted the same way. And processed things the same way as well. (Tears totally show up after the wave of emotion has passed.) I get the shakes too.
You say nothing was achieved but I bet that argument was ringing in his mind (unless he has them every day). Hopefully he’ll think twice about doing it.
I have little tolerance for people like that. I know it’s something I need to work on too. :)
Dawn says
Hey you, I forgot about the shakes :-) I don’t know about the ‘he’ll think twice’ Amber, nah, it was so heated. Seriously, nothing gained. Thanks for commenting, I hope you are well — how is the 31 in 31 going? :-)
Amber says
I didn’t mean he’ll think twice in a sense where he would change his actions. I meant that unless you have verbal battles with strangers daily, the memory of your interaction may creep in at some point. Although, it’s true, there might not be much of a thought process to begin with.
My 31in31 is going well. A few times, I’ve been concerned about content and polish but having this challenge helps (no: FORCES) me to publish. :)
Christine says
As a dog lover, I would have reacted close to the same way you did. I’m more up and ready though. I would have been in his face whether he was going to hit me or not. Just one more piece of evidence for the police. I can’t see myself just walking away from that type of situation.
Kathleen (Kathy TAP 89-90) says
Dawn – big hugs coming your way. Yes, I’m still a Norton Park. I’m a mummy now :-) Harris will be three at the end of September. I thought, foolishly, that being a mum would make me more tolerant…Wrong, wrong, wrong! I just hear myself getting more and more like my own mother! If only she were here we could have a good giggle about it. I was 40 this year. This has lessened my tolerance levels too. Instead of living on the edge I feel like I am living on the verge…the verge of a breakdown, the verge of going bolistic, the verge of ranting and raving at anyone/everyone who a think is an A hole (why are there so many of them about?!) Ask me about my recent trip to London and I could give you many examples of being assertive (p’d off!) You’re right, that A hole won’t think twice. You need more than one brain cell for a thought to occur. Heaven help the wee doggie. The tears will be healing the holes in your Aura. Another Hug. Would be good to catch up :-)
Dawn says
Oh my! You have no idea how WONDERFUL it is to hear from you (albeit it on my blog, which is just odd!) I feel like nipping to FB and telling everyone from TAP to get in here so they can say hello :-) Have you JUST turned for 40! How’s that? I always thought you were older than me — ach, you were always wiser than the rest of us. Okay, no more public — I’m emailing you…NOW! :-) PS: I quite like the whole ‘living on the verge’ thing, by the way. :-)
Kathy from Bliss Habits says
I’m sure I would not have said anything and then I would have felt like an ass for not doing something. Yes it could have been handled better but I applaud your courage to do something. People should stand up for abuse. You rock.
Dawn says
Hey Kathy. How are you? ‘Handled’ appallingly — hey ho — you live and learn. What’s happening your way this week? Must come over for a cuppa soon, Dawn xxx
Pauline says
I would have had to say something too, no one knows how they would have reacted it was a spur of the moment action in defence of a defenceless animal. He’s a bully and probably was suprised you had the nerve to say anything to him, he couldn’t defend his actions hence the F off responses. I may have taken a photo of him on the phone. I’m glad you reported him. Well done. (I would have cried after too) x
Dawn says
Hey Pauline, thanks for commenting — yes, a class A bully. I could just imagine if I had asked to stand for a photie :-)) That would’ve been me with a black eye I think. Have a fabby week, whatever you get up to. Dawn xxx