We all do things we “shouldn’t” do. These things fall into two categories: things which are self-destructive, and things that outside forces have convinced us we shouldn’t do, but are actually healthy.
When I am riding my bike home at night, I often feel a compulsion to go eat a burrito. In San Diego, at any hour of the day, in any part of the city, there are burritos available. I’ve often struggled with this, feeling like I shouldn’t do it. I know it’s self destructive…. I do it out of anxiety, not because I actually want to eat a burrito. I’ve struggled with this for a long time.
But something changed in me. I realized that at the core of this self destructive behavior is profound self-hatred. I would have a battle in my head over whether I would eat the burrito:
“Hmm… am I going to get a burrito?”
“Eat it! You want it!”
“No, don’t! It won’t make you happy!”
“Whatever, I don’t want to be happy, I want the burrito!”
“No, you shouldn’t!”
“You want to eat it, I’m taking over your body and we’re eating it”
And that would be that. But what is at the core of this argument…. what *allows* this discussion to happen is my belief that I don’t deserve to get what I need. That I don’t deserve to have my body treated well. That I don’t deserve to feel good and happy, like things are going the way they should.
I don’t know where this idea came from, but realizing that I believe this has made all the difference.
Now, when I feel myself wanting to have a burrito, the conversation goes like this:
“Hmm… am I going to get a burrito?”
“Yes! Eat it!”
“Oh my god! Baby, Erik, do you really not believe that you deserve to feel good? Don’t you deserve to get exactly what you need right now? What do you really need, deep down in your soul to feel at peace?”
And it becomes immediately clear that yes, I deserve to feel good, and no, a burrito will not bring me peace, and actually what will bring me peace is having a good long fart and drinking a glass of water.
For example.
Or… you know what? Sometimes it *is* the burrito! But the point is that the question of whether you “should” or “should not” is not the issue. In fact, any time the word “should” comes out of my mouth, I stop and find another way to say what I’m trying to say. The real question is what you deserve. What beautiful, fulfilling, healthy experience do you deserve to have right here, right now?
Because none of us deserve another night of shame. None of us deserve to wake up with a horrible hangover. None of us deserves to go home, feeling empty after having sex with someone who doesn’t care about us. None of us deserve to spend the day unable to eat because we ate so much the night before our stomachs feel like crap.
None of us. And if you are finding yourself doing those things, you may find that deep down inside you actually don’t feel you deserve any better. Once you can see that, you can start to realize how untrue it is.
Then you can slowly untrain yourself out of it. You can stop saying those self-destructive things to yourself, and stop doing those self-destructive things. It won’t happen all at once, but that moment that you realize you are good, and that you deserve to be happy…. that will be the tipping point. That is the point after which healing is inevitable, if not instant.
And the cool thing is, once you’ve figured this out, it can get you out of a lot of sticky situations. Once you start really believing that you deserve to feel good, and at peace, it becomes really easy to answer the question “should I keep doing this?” Example:
“I am browsing the web aimlessly. Should I keep doing this?”
“Do you feel good?”
“No, I feel kind of gross. Anxious and not present at all.”
“Well, there you go.”
Decision solved. Problem un-made. No need for pro- and con- lists. No need for planning ahead.
And I know, I know. You’re thinking sometimes you have to do things that don’t feel good. Sometimes you have to think about the future.
And I agree. Luckily sometimes you feel like a masochist. Sometimes you feel anxious and what it’s going to take to make you feel better is cleaning the bathroom, or going through that stack of bills. And sometimes you really feel like picking up a pencil and paper and planning stuff out.
The point is, you don’t HAVE to do it compulsively. If working through the bills is making you miserable, stop. If letting the bills pile up is making you miserable, work through them!
And you know what? I’m getting kind of sick of writing and editing this. And even though I have some desire to polish this post into something much more professional, I know I’ll have another chance to do that down the line, and if I don’t post it now I never will. So I’m going to post it and lie down. Because that’s what my body wants.