♫ I ain’t too proud to beg ♫

Begging for acknowledgement, or even asking, diminishes dignity and diminishes power – Jada Pinkett Smith in her Oscars Facebook video.

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Art is interesting, because it says different things to different people. Jada made that quote *pointing* in a speech explaining why she’s boycotting the Oscars this year. I don’t know much about showbiz and activism, but her words stuck with me. Probably because I placed them into a different context.

As a woman, I often want men to do stuff for me. Like send me a peach rose on Valentines’, or buy my favourite book, or carry something heavy for me, or simply do the dishes. Because I’m often seen as a strong, independent woman (must be the purple dreads), they don’t naturally do these things for me … unless I ask.

I always assumed this was all about me, but it’s really not. In conversations with couples, I realise that many women are bitter because they want their men to do stuff for them – and vice versa. Guys, for the most part, are pretty direct. They will ask you to iron their shirt, or cook ugali, or spend some time at home.

Women, we’re alittle different. We want you to do stuff … but we want you to WANT to do it. And this doesn’t just apply to our men. It’s equally true for our kids, our neighbours, even fellow women. I want him to WANT to do the dishes. I want my kid to WANT to help me with chores. Guys don’t much care if you’re enjoying what you’re doing or not. They’re just cool if they ask you to do it and you agree.

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It gets even more complex. As much as we hate to admit, men and women are different, especially in the things we want, and the ways we communicate them. So, for example, a guy I know was puzzled at how overwhelmed I was that he came to help on moving day – without me asking.

To him, it was no big deal. He had some free time, he knew I was moving house, he figured I could use a few extra hands. He doesn’t get why it was such a big deal to me. I was similarly puzzled at his level of … gratitude … when I bought him a beer. I mean, it’s just a beer, right?

Because men and women are so different, we often don’t know what the other wants until they tell us … or until we ask. That’s the thing though. It can be pretty hard to ask for what you want. You can feel like a loser. You can resent giving up your power. Or, like me, you can say, ‘If s/he really wanted to do it, I wouldn’t have to ask.’

I agree with Jada that asking for anything, especially acknowledgement, affection, or love, lowers your dignity. But sometimes, we’re not really asking for love. We’re asking you to show it in a way we understand.

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For some girls, love is fixing her car or changing her light bulbs. Not because she can’t do it herself, but to allow her to feel like a girl and admire your biceps. For some guys, love is seeing her in a traditionally feminine outfit, especially since he knows how much she hates wearing them.

Asking for something like that can (and does) hurt your pride, but getting it leaves you feeling warm, appreciated and loved. When it comes to matters of the heart, in the right context, trading pride for love can be a pretty cool thing. And they don’t even have to enjoy doing that thing for you. The fact that they’re willing to do it just to make you happy is the greatest show of love that exists.

Now … don’t get me wrong. This doesn’t mean you should coerce a loved one into doing something they’re not comfortable with. All I’m saying is if it would make you happy, it’s okay to ask. It might feel like it, but asking for something that makes you happy doesn’t make you a loser. And no, you don’t get to punish them if they refuse.

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One-way love

Unrequited

An ugly word

That looks beautiful on the page

 

I’m trying to be grown up

To keep reign on my affections

Because few things hurt as much

As giving love

That cannot be returned

 

Except …

 

For giving love

That can be returned

But won’t be.

F*ck your feelings

I love word-play, so – in my mind – that line *pointing* has six different meanings. Like, for example, Asshole. Demisexual. Masturbation. Eminem. Cocktail. Sex toy.

For now, let’s focus on the most obvious definition – that (other people’s) feelings don’t matter. I know someone who thinks political correctness is stupid. In his opinion, if we can’t discuss things, we can’t fix them. So, if nothing is taboo, then nothing is a problem. People should be allowed to say whatever they want to say.

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‘But … what if it hurts somebody’s feelings?’

‘They’re just feelings.’

I didn’t quite agree with his assessment. At least, not at first. But then I gave it some thought. Feelings are a powerful thing. But at the end of the day, they’re just feelings. They’re not broken bones or life-giving elixir. They’re just … feelings.

I was in therapy for almost a year, and I learned something similar. There’s nothing wrong with feelings in themselves.  The real challenge is what you do with said feelings. How you respond to them, how they affect your actions.

Feeling like a cow doesn’t give you milk.

Feeling like shit doesn’t make you smell. 

But … feeling like a cow can leave you open to bullshit.

Here’s a more concrete example, depression isn’t about feeling low. It’s about how you react to the lowness, both consciously and sub-consciously. That’s why in some people, depression manifests as substance abuse, or isolation … or even suicide.

I don’t think it’s okay to hurt somebody’s feelings on purpose. But … I find the idea of ‘just feelings’ liberating. I’ve learned that it’s okay to feel bad, or mean, or even suicidal. I can’t really control my feelings , but I control what I can do about them.

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I can’t switch my feelings on and off, but they can’t manipulate me either. Just because I want to shoot my ex doesn’t mean I have to. And, it turns out, feelings can’t buy a gun and shoot him for me either. Only I can do that, and only I can stop it.

I can drug or drink myself into oblivion. I can deflect and focus on something else. I can vent in a way that doesn’t hurt (myself or) anyone (else). I can talk to someone about it. I can suppress them until they explode. I can sit still and do nothing at all. I can express them with passion and destruction, or pretend they aren’t to start with.

I have all these options, some better than others. But I do have them, these choices. I can do whatever I want, whatever suits me best, whatever does the most – or least damage. I can deal with my emotions. After all, they’re just feelings.

The biggest thing I took from therapy is this – there are always options. If you can’t see them right now, give it time. It has a way of opening your mind, your heart, and your spirit to new inspiring paths. You’ll find a way out. And it doesn’t have to lead you straight to hell. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Also, unrelated, f*ck periods.

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