Hate and fear often circulate my brain. These thoughts press out any positivity. How do, or can, I cope? During these times, I’ll think of how others handle similar situations. When I worked at a newspaper, impossible though it was to break into the journalists’s inner sanctum or profession, I saw insider secrets. Posted with pride along one printer wall was the most ludicrous hatemail. Gloriously crazed individuals complaining about nothing. Emblazoned: “WALL OF HATE.”
They made a parody over their hate.
A few choice words from individuals yesterday put me into a particular mood. My brain works in a way where it will receive hate or fear like some kind of foreign object of unknown consideration. It would be like if you or I were to see some seventh dimension’s hellspawn puppy.
We’d be perplexed and need to study it.
I’m not yet at the point of casually receiving criticism, adding the good elements into my work, subtracting the bad elements from my work, and discarding ad hominem or overly-based elements. Maybe taking formal writing classes would help with that? Do people do the same in their industries regarding taking flack from newspaper readers? I’m not sure.
Here’s how we were trained to handle rude customers:
We weren’t formally. Throughout my training both current and historic, the rude customer has always been this sort of unavoidable and unrelenting force that must be accepted with love. You choose to be rude? Only if you are provably evil can I do anything about it, and would you like that expedited?
I say all this because I think this is the root of fitness.
When we exercise, we are in controlled environments. We can feel our muscles. We can spot for those dull aches or sharp pains. Gyms are a safe place. As long as there are humans inside, there will be the conflict of humanity, but it’s like a training ground for learning physical and mental discipline.
That exercise is helpful for dealing with life.
My rowing sets in my “home gym” of my messy dining room help me overcome certain physical and mental concerns. If those little chatterbox haters climb into my mind and tell me I don’t have a clue or that I’m too nice, then focusing on physical exercise while watching something or even just zoning out helps.
I don’t allow negativity on my rower.
That is rule number two. Rule number one is be safe. Staying positive is a part of that because the only times I’ve hurt myself or burned myself out too much have been when I’ve allowed negativity to distract me.
In that way, my rower is my WALL OF HATE.
On any rower, I consider the absurdity of things, have the time to digest things, and forget the rest. As long as I’m safe, by which I mean not exhausting or overexerting myself, the rower is nonjudgemental and helps deflect those lingering haters.
Now if only I could prevent the hate from registering…
|Sources: My fitness experiences.
– This week’s weight: 223.0
– Last week’s weight: 226.0
– Difference: Three pounds is a good amount of stress weight. I’ve been drinking more water to help with those sorts of insatiable cravings and it’s helpful.
|Inspirations: I had no thoughts on what to write as I drove into work. As I drove in, I thought about how I could handle stress, and how the rower helps with that, and then I remembered the “Wall Of Hate,” so I adapted it.|
|Related: Past weekly column entries.|
|Photos: The “Wall of Zombiepaper” is supposed to be a bit of a parody of the “Wall of Hate” in that when I think of Zombiepaper, I think of the truest version and brightest future for myself. To overcome the “Wall of Hate” in our lives means that we’ll become our own versions of our own equivalent Zombiepapers.|
|Written On: August 18th [21 minutes, mobile]|
|Last Edited: August 19th [No edits. First draft; final draft for the Internet.]|