Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Hear Me Raw

My life is proverbially knocking the wind out of me.  I suppose it’s been building up for a while. It usually takes me time to secure decisions and stick with them, but I am finding that the elements of the earth – wind, fire, rain, an invitation to yet another singles’ event, the ridiculously slow cashier at the express counter, and the anti-social roommate locked inside her catacomb-known-as-her-room – are exhausting me. I am going D-O-W-N, D-O-W-N, DOWWWNNN. 

In the past, some people have said that I’m sensitive, some have told me that I’m more sensitive than the average person to certain things. My brother would probably call me a Drama Queen. I say that I’m raw.  

That about sums me up at the moment: painfully exposed.
My general countenance probably has a lot to do with the occurrences described in my previous two posts. I find myself second-guessing my every move and word. Moreover, I feel as if everyone can see what I’m thinking in my head, as if the look in my eyes publicly reveals a story of sad thoughts and loneliness when really, I just want to crawl under a rock, hide from the world for a while, and emerge at the age of 70.

But wait. I promised myself I wouldn’t go on another rant. I’m committed to being positive this time. Really. Instead, I am openly recognizing that I do not and cannot control the world. There is a God above who wants the best for me. And He’s there waiting for me to consciously bring Him into my life. Seriously. He knows my abilities and has a plan… I think I need to reach out more often and bring Him into the conversation in my head. Perhaps that can help.

I do believe that ups and downs are natural and are signs of a dynamic life.  And I am fully aware and accepting of the fact that if my life was all routine, all the time, I’d die of boredom. Or I'd polish my nails bright colors just to shake things up.

I am recognizing that there are wonderful things that I should be grateful for today. Here is a partial list so I can start working on channeling those positive energies to me:
  • I am grateful to have a beautiful apartment in an awesome location in a vibrant city I love (that’s about 3 things in one).
  • My friends are intelligent, intuitive, supportive and make me laugh.
  • Let’s back up: I have friends! And I like them!
  • I have a job. 2 actually. Both are part-time, but they allow me to pay my bills and pay off debts which is so not a given these days. One day I’ll be debt-free and will start saving up for my future wedding (or a car, whichever arrives first).
  • The other day, at one of my p/t jobs, one of my supervisors wrote me a note thanking me for being such a great fit for the organization. That really made me smile.
  • I’m actually grateful that I do not have kids at the moment. I do not feel that I handle stress well; and I think that the lack of time for myself would stress me out incredibly. I just don’t think I’d be able to handle the responsibilities of raising children, and balance work and a healthy relationship all together. I should probably put that on the list of things to discuss in a therapy session.
  • I am independent and mobile. Meaning, I could, practically, pick up and move cities or countries if I really wanted to. That is so liberating and inspiring and scary all at the same time!
My life at this point is about exploring possibilities. There are external possibilities – job, location, activities, etc that are open to me, and there are internal possibilities – thinking about who I am, who I want to be, how I want to dedicate my time and thoughts.... There are so many options.

Sometimes I wish I could just adopt someone else’s life. Actually, sometimes I do adopt the persona of others (for example, I’ll adopt a certain style of dress; handwriting; exercise routine; use a certain intonation when speaking) which makes me feel both empowered and free at times.It also confuses me abundantly, making me wonder who the hell I am anyway.

But the concept of choice – that anything and anyone in the world could be a possibility to incorporate into my life if I do so choose – well, that’s both empowering and daunting at the same time.

So those are my random ramblings for tonight.

Suddenly I’m not so exhausted anymore. Actually, I feel refreshed!

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Today's Parenting Crisis: The Single Child

Active involvement in the dating scene means that on any given day, our emotions can range from euphoric to lonely; sad to flattered; hopeful to despairing; feeling awkward or uncomfortable to care-free and confident. We are told to keep an open mind, to be emotionally available and to radiate a positive energy. Yet introducing ourselves and our lives to new people who may or may not want to meet us again is exhausting. We go out on dates, hoping it will lead to something serious, yet the other person may decide to not continue based on something you do; how you dress; something you say; how you look; whether you wear pants or skirts; what you do for a living; what kind of kippah you wear on your head; if you have a car or not; your town of origin; how long your sleeves are; whether you are shomer negiya or not ; what kind of animals you like; how much hair you have on your head ; if you have a few extra pounds or aren't tall enough; etc. In addition, having to face intrusive questions about our personal lives by random strangers "who might know someone" can certainly wear us down. 

So we try our best to stay positive and maintain a healthy self-confidence by not defining our self-worth by our marital status. Why? Because if one’s self-worth is defined by one specific thing, one will probably fall into despair at times when one is unable to achieve that one goal in the way one envisions.

Most, if not all of my friends have wonderful qualities and are pretty confident people. They are proud of the lives they’ve made for themselves over here. When I say “proud”, I don’t mean in an arrogant way, I mean that they seem to have a healthy self confidence in that that they are leading productive, satisfying lives. They are intelligent, attractive, friendly, educated men and women who have modestly successful careers in variety of industries. Most of them have chosen to move across the world and have been successful in making their lives in Israel. They are kind, responsible, stable adults. And yet, I believe that all of us share a basic common desire: to make our parents proud, and to know that that our parents love and respect us. In fact renowned psychologists (Abraham Maslow, to name one) theorize that feeling respected, along with feeling a sense of love and belonging, are fundamental needs for everyone (I want to blatantly include unmarried Orthodox thirty and forty-somethings in the category of “everyone” in case there was any doubt).

And so right after the holidays, when a friend shared with me that her parents explicitly told her that they were embarrassed of her and asked her to leave the house for Rosh HaShana dinner, I was stunned. Speechless. They relayed to her that they felt that her presence would be awkward and that they were embarrassed to have a daughter her age (she’s 29 or 30) who is still not married.

I did my best to hold back tears of empathy, but it was extremely difficult. I felt sad for my friend that she had to face rejection from the people who are supposed to be the key sources of love and affection (yes, even adults still need to feel love from their parents), but I also felt anger towards her parents on her behalf. How is this young woman supposed to radiate a positive attitude and self-confidence when her primary caregivers are shooing her away? Pretending like she doesn’t exist anymore? How is she supposed to feel good about herself when her very parents are embarrassed of her (regardless of whether it is shown explicitly or implicitly)?

After she shared her story with me, I carefully expressed that it sounded like her parents’ attitude is toxic for anyone to be around, and that she should do her best to filter out their negativity. What I didn’t tell her is that it was also pretty clear to me that this vicious criticism was likely not circumstantial or a new phenomenon – she probably grew up with the same negative attitude and likely has carried that voice of criticism with her since she was a child. That is something that I can definitely relate to, and my experiences a few weeks ago confirmed it for me.


Because my parents, too, admitted that they are embarrassed of me being single.

See, in the middle of Shabbat while I was at my parents’ house, there was a misunderstanding about regarding an attractive older man to whom they had introduced me at a kiddush. They did not explain who he was or why they were introducing me to him, and so once we got home, I asked them if they were trying to set me up with him. Based on my parent's history of attempting to get me in front of anyone who "just might know someone", I tried to act courteously, but I was disappointed that my parents were trying to present me to yet, someone else in the neighborhood without actually telling me beforehand. It turned out that this man happened to be married with 5 children. When I asked if they were indeed trying to set me up with him, my parents exploded. "How dare you make such an inappropriate assumption?," they yelled. Certain family members shouted that they were embarrassed of me being single, that they see my life as lonely and pathetic, and even went so far as to claim that the community thinks that I, a single 33 year old woman, am a lesbian (I am not, but what if I was?!). Certain family members drew out their claws, and said hurtful things, as if my marital status is the sole element of my worth and value in life.  Needless to say, I was flabbergasted, stunned and extremely hurt.  

Both of these painful scenarios have had me thinking about our relationship with our parents, self-esteem levels and this thing dubbed the “Shidduch Crisis.” I began to think that there may be a correlation between overly-critical parents and their “older” single children (I intentionally do not put an age label on this because I believe it’s very subjective depending on the community). Therefore, instead of dubbing this sociological phenomenon the degrading term of “Shidduch Crisis”, we should be calling it the “Parenting Crisis”, since frequently it seems that the parents seem to be more in crisis than their happen-to-be single children.

I want to present that the issue is not just about these adults remaining single past an age that is seen as acceptable or normal by the older generation or by the Orthodox community. It is about the very perception of us singles as having some sort of blemish that taints our very essence as successful, accomplished, kind, God-fearing adults. Moreover, it seems that it’s actually our parents who are more embarrassed of our single status than we are; as if our marital status reflects something on them… and perhaps it does.

After all, if our parents have expressed criticism or negativity about us throughout our upbringing, then perhaps it is no surprise that we carry these messages around in our minds; these are the images that we have about ourselves, planted firmly in our heads since childhood! Moreover, if we grow up in homes in which our parents do not communicate, act passive-aggressively (or just aggressively) towards each other, or are simply not happy as a couple, then how are we to have healthy models of marriage in our minds?

We may have gotten older, we may have illustrious careers, and support ourselves financially, but we are still your children. We still need your emotional support, and like we did when we were younger, we still need to feel that have confidence in us and respect us. I do believe, as psychologist Harville Hendrix explains in his work, Gettingthe Love You Want, that experiencing a strong and safe with a partner starts from getting that connection (both physical and emotional) from one’s primary caregiver throughout childhood. Emotional wounds are inevitable because it’s simply impossible for parents to fulfill every one of our needs at all times. 

However, I believe that our relationship, vis-à-vis our parents doesn’t just end when we go off to college or get married. Our dependency and need for emotional support may fade with time, but they don’t disappear. 

And so the more you critique us, or shall I say, the more you berate yourselves – and thereby us – for having an “older” single child or being one, the more your comments or general attitude will serve as detriments to our own success in finding a partner and having a healthy relationship.

Being single includes enough awkward, uncomfortable moments. Perhaps a description in another blog post will demonstrate the painful details for you. But suffice to say that today’s world is complicated, competitive and extremely superficial, and so in order to radiate that positive energy and confidence, we need to feel support and love; not shame and embarrassment from our very own families.

If, as parents, you are unable to overcome your sheer disappointment with us just because we have not managed to get married yet or hold onto our spouses in a healthy marriage, then what we have is not a Singles Crisis; we’ve got a Parenting Crisis on our hands.

I, for one, will not let my parents' false-assessment of my life keep me from moving forward to achieve my goal of finding my spouse and building a healthy marriage. But parents, you're making it much more difficult for me to do so. 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

10 Ways to Deal with an Office Jerk

For 8 months I worked in an office with someone who refused to talk to me.  On the rare occasions in which she did decide to speak, her sentences were curt and her tone was loaded. Her desk faced the wall, and whenever anyone asked her anything, she didn’t even turn around. She gave one-word answers to questions that required explanations, and gave almost everyone the silent treatment in the office. Once, I wrote her an email, politely letting her know about something. Her response?


No punctuation. No “Dear X”. No context. No “Not now, I’m totally stressed.”

And this went on for way too long to remember. So, I nicknamed her Little Miss Sunshine because every time I say that, it brings a little giggle to my face. And I prefer to laugh at life than to punch someone because violent outbursts are not good for humanity. (Repeat: Violent outbursts are not good for humanity.)

Being the sensitive and sometimes overly introspective person that I am, managed to drive myself crazy trying to figure out how to appease this toxic person. But at a certain point, a number of other people began to have the same complaints and frustrations about this same co-worker. Projects that would normally take a short amount of time were taking days, sometimes weeks or months because before implementing any step, employees would have to map out a way to circumvent this person to avoid her involvement.

Clearly, it was extremely relieving and validating when I discovered that I was not alone. My colleagues, too, felt sucked into this other person's insane reality; manipulated into a psycho’s drama. What a blessing it was to know that I wasn't at fault, and that others unfortunately felt similarly. This person was sick; almost to the point of pathological; insecure, ridiculously passive-aggressive (when she wasn’t outright aggressive) and controlling.

As I dealt with this, I discovered that there many books and blogs written about dealing with toxic people, control-freaks, maniacal colleagues and jerk managers. One book helped me in particular:  The No Asshole Rule by Bob Sutton. Based on an academic article in the Harvard Business Review, this book handles these infuriating scenarios in rational level-headed management terms (and some snarkiness too). It is fresh air for the cubicle! Why didn’t they ever teach “dealing with assholes” in in high school or college? It’s like you’re thrown to the wolves as soon as you graduate, just when the principal or dean's office is off-limits to you.

Based on my cursory research and my own processing, there are a lot of practical tips I've come up with that help others dealing with office politics, a maniacal co-worker; the downright office bitch. (THEY ARE EVERYWHERE, I TELL YOU!)  

Without further ado, here are 10 practical ways to deal with an office jerk: 

(1) Surprisingly, the number one piece of advice offered is, after wholehearted, practical attempts to rectify the situation, if you see no end in sight, the #1 suggestion is to get the hell away from the person. Sometimes that means leaving a job; other times that means switching departments. 
(2) Make sure to document as much as possible, whether it’s in email or by submitting complaints to HR. (We did not have a formal HR nor a manager who seemed to care much so I was left to fend for myself…)

(3) Start doing something outside of work as your own outlet; something to release the negative energy. Do something creative, go walking, running, join a drama club. Don’t just go out with friends to vent about work; the energy will just stay inside your mind and body, consuming you. You’ll start to have trouble sleeping and it will ultimately affect your health (mental and physical). It's just not worth it. Do something for yourself to feel creative and healthy.   

(4) Come up with a nickname for them that reminds you of a similar character from a movie or TV show. Use the nickname a) in your head, b) at home, c) NOT IN THE WORKPLACE. Though it’s immature, it will at least give you a dose of laughter, and lighten the situation. (Note: I don’t think the Harvard Business Review suggested that one.)

(5) On a similar note, find a playlist of what I call “Angry Girl Music”. Listen to it after an altercation of some sort. (Anything from Avril Lavigne, Pink to AC/DC will work.) It will help you realize that everyone at some point in their lives, has encountered irritating, toxic people. Take Lilly Allen for example. Her profound and evocative work, Fuck You will hit the spot on a particularly irritating day:

(6) See this difficult person as if you’d see and deal with a sick person. Take their ‘complaints’ lightly, brush them off, see that their anger is very likely from another source in their life (Spouse? Annoying kids? Abusive childhood?) REMEMBER: IT’S NOT YOU.

(7) ...but at the same time, be honest with yourself. If there are things that you do that are irritating, or if you incite the person, respond in a spiteful or passive-aggressive manner, take ownership of that. Take responsibility for your part and stop.

(8) Sometimes we are blind to our own flaws, so you might want to show a sample email correspondence to a trustworthy and honest friend (not someone from work) who can pinpoint which parts of the communication are unhealthy, biting, charged, and which parts are your contribution to that. Remember: IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO.

(9) Pray. Yes, seriously. Take a few minutes to pray sincerely. To ask for guidance with your thoughts, your words, your mindset. Pray for Little Miss Sunshine’s mental well-being because whatever the heck is going on in her life, she’s taking it out on you (me, that is). So pray that it is resolved and that you’ll get back to a healthy dynamic.

Yes, similar behavior is antithetical to a healthy work environment (or any civil environment for that matter). However, it’s important to remember there will always be difficult people in life, and unfortunately, we can’t always escape them so easily. Figure out a way to release your stress, outsmart them, and respond neutrally to the person.  

(10) Last tip: Wait at least 5 minutes before responding to an email. Otherwise you will respond on impulse and you will likely convey a charged emotion. Waiting (and maybe get up out of your chair to process or cool down) will help you respond with your head instead of your heart.

These are things that I incorporated into my life – thanks to lots of reading, processing, therapy and good friends. And thank G-d, little by little, things got slightly better. Eventually the person left me alone and we began to have very little interaction. The dynamic between us became minimal and strictly functional. Sort of like a cold peace between Soviet Russia and the US; Gaza and Israel. Sounds promising, eh?!

My new college course @ The University of Life: Life Politics 101
Rating: The Most Frustrating (but worthwhile!) Class Ever.