So I've meant to post
for the past few days, but there's been a lot going on. Some stuff kind of hit the fan that has
necessitated late night phone calls, long conversations via text and instant
message, and internet research that has taken far too long. It's not resolved, but hopefully it will be
in the next few days. It's put writing
on the way back burner.
And yet, I'm here
tonight. I have about 5 open documents
right now with pieces of writing I have started...but I'm not continuing them
tonight. I will, but not tonight. Tonight I'm going to write about something
different that's been on my mind a good deal the last week, in a number of
different ways: what, if anything, do we "owe" other people? There isn't a set answer for this, I realize,
but I think I come down harder on this than other people might (in spite of the
fact that I am "too nice."
I've heard that so many times in the past week I could vomit).
Example 1: A colleague
at work has a neighbor who creeps her out.
He texts her frequently, asks her to go out with him, invites her to
coffee, comes out of his door when she is coming and going, and generally, she
gets a bad vibe from him. He won't leave
her alone. She is in a committed
relationship, and this guy makes her uncomfortable. After several weeks, he finally got the hint
that she was continually blowing him off and ignoring him, and he started to
back off. Then, her apartment complex
was repaving the parking lot, and he texted her to remind her to move her
car. "Thanks," she texted him
back. "Hope you weren't affected by
the government shut down." He
texted back that he was. She texted back
that she was so very sorry. He texted
back that he really wanted to get coffee with her. She came into work and talked to our other
colleague and I, saying that she wasn't sure what to say because he had made a
nice gesture and she didn't want to be rude to his nice gesture. Our other colleague suggested beating around
the bush and not answering his question directly. I, however, got on a soapbox about how women
are socialized to believe that if someone (particularly a man) does something
for them, they are obligated to do something for him in return, even if it is something
they do not want to do. I told her that
he texted her to tell her to move her car, which was a nice gesture...she said
thanks...she is not obligated to do anything for him in return for a text
message. I wasn't saying let the door slam in his face
next time you are walking out at the same time.
I'm not saying she should aim for him in the parking lot. I wasn't even saying that she should text him
back saying, "I will not and will never ever ever go get coffee with you,
you creep." I simply indicated that
she does not owe him a coffee date
that she is not comfortable with purely because he texted her to move her car.
My opinion, clearly,
was in the minority.
Example 2: Two
colleagues -- neither of which I know very well -- engaged in a conversation
with one another about their significant others. Being significant other-less, I was fine with
continuing to work at my desk while listening on and off to their
conversation. As they wrapped up the
relationship Q and A with one another, K turned to me and asked, "what about
you Auto? Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Not right now," I said, continuing to
type. I asked her a question about her
boyfriend.
"But why don't you have a boyfriend?" M
asked. "You should be dating. Why aren't you dating?"
"You know," I said, "I've made the
choice the past few years not to date...I'm to the point that I'm starting to
think I'm ready...so you never know what might happen." I smiled appropriately and laughed, then
turned back to my desk. "Man, I
have so many notes to write. Do you guys
have a ton of notes this week?" I asked, clearly redirecting the
conversation.
"You should SO be dating," M stated. "I don't know why you're not
dating. You should be dating! Time's ticking! It's time!"
"Yep, we'll see," I said.
"Well, we should go out, and you should get
drunk, and I'll be your wingwoman, and we'll get you back out there
again."
"You know, thanks for the offer, but I really
need to be the one to decide when I'm ready and how I want to go about
it," I said. I hate these
conversations. I HATE them. Words cannot express how much I hate them...and
when they get pushy, or start to involve statements like the above, I start to
get panicky. There are just too many
memories wrapped up in people telling me what they think I need, and when
people don't listen, I get angry, and I get scared, and I start to trust them
less.
"K and I will set you up with an online
profile! We can set you up with an
amazing online profile. Don't you feel
your biological clock ticking? There's
some guy out there waiting for you!"
I can feel myself shutting her out and feel emotion
flooding the places where rational thought is supposed to be.
"Is there a reason why you're not dating?" M
asked. I paused. Part of me wants to tell her yes. Part of me wants to tell her that there are
reasons, and what they are, and how what she is doing contributes to me feeling
unsafe. Part of me wants to stop her and
tell her that she better stop and respect my verbal and nonverbal cues to end
the conversation or...or else.
Instead, I just say, "yep," and I continue
scrolling through the treatment plan needed list on my computer.
"Ooooooooooh," she says, like she thinks
she knows something. "Did something
traumatic happen?"
My heart catches in my throat, and for a second,
because she keeps asking these questions, I feel obligated to tell her. I feel that my vague answers necessitate some
sort of explanation. I feel that her
persistence warrants some sort of response.
But at the same time, I don't trust her. This person is not a friend. She is a colleague, and thus far, she has not
earned my trust.
"In part.
Something like that," I say, figuring this, please God, must be the
end of this line of questioning.
"Ooooooooh," she says again, like she
really has it figured out now.
"What happened?"
And again, I feel for a moment that I owe her an
explanation. I have been vague and
unresponsive: perhaps that makes me in the wrong, and I therefore owe her a
proper answer. Perhaps I owe it to her
simply because she asked. Perhaps I owe
it to her because she is clearly curious.
Perhaps I owe it to her because there is no shame in telling
stories.
But, I realize, I don't want to tell her stories. I
don't want to give her reasons. I don't want
to give her explanations.
"I'd really rather not go into it," I
said. She accepted this answer and we
all went back to our progress notes and treatment plans.
I struggled, afterwards, feeling as though I had
handled it wrong. Feeling as though I
had fallen short because I had not given her the answer I owed her. Perhaps I had not given her the answer she
deserved.
Auto, I
told myself later, you don't owe them
anything. You don't owe them your
stories. You don't owe them an
explanation. You own the rights to your
stories, and who you share them with and when belongs to you.
Example 3: This last
one is a long story that is ongoing, so I'm not going to post it here. It's enough to say that there are certain
people in my life who believe that, just because we have known a person for 20
years, and because we have put up with a certain level of concerning behavior
in the past, we should continue putting up with that behavior, even when it
reaches unacceptable (potentially dangerous) levels because we owe it to him. Because
we owe him the benefit of the doubt.
Because it is believed that he is, essentially, a good person. Because he's having a difficult time, and
potentially doesn't have long to live, and because he has done good things in
the past, it has been argued that we owe
him leniency when he engages in behavior that is black-and-white
unacceptable, dangerous, and makes others feel as though they are unsafe.
I don't believe that we
owe him anything. Unacceptable is
unacceptable, and dangerous is dangerous.
A history of good behavior does not make us in debt to him such that we owe him anything at all. The only thing we owe anyone is a sense of
safety and security to ourselves and our loved ones. We owe one another and ourselves the right to
say no and draw safe and healthy boundaries.
We owe one another and ourselves the right to do whatever it is that
makes us feel safe, even if it means taking
strides that place limits on others and may make them sad or angry. That is the only thing we "owe"
anyone.
When I write this, I
feel like a bitch. I have been
socialized to believe -- and continue to receive message indicating that I
should continue to believe -- that I should be "nice" regardless of
the cost to myself. That I should go out
of the way to make sure that I am doing and giving and being for others. I owe it to them, right?
I'm not saying go out
there and mow everyone over and only look out for yourself. I'm just saying that we do not owe these
things to others. No one will give us
the respect we deserve unless we ask for it -- unless we demand it. I say we should ask for it. I say we should demand it. We owe it to ourselves.