Doing the Wrong Thingby Cory Dean Smith . Com
I just watched the movie Bicentennial Man (again) and took notice of a line that his girlfriend says to him at one point when he is experiencing confusion over the concept of right and wrong when it comes to personal motivation. She said that sometimes it is important to do the wrong thing. Understandably, he was very confused by this.
Today I had my own experience of this concept.
I began my day with about five bucks in my pocket and a plan to get across the city and possibly have something to eat during the journey. Taking the city bus is always a confusing prospect for me... as I never know exactly how to get anywhere – the maps and schedules just confuse the crap out of me. I was hungry, but not starving, so I decided to start with the bus as the most important thing to take care of... and I was familiar with the route I'd need to take, so I felt confident about it. Then my plans changed... and provided me an opportunity to feel the benefits of “wrong things”.
My plans changed the moment I hopped on the bus. I was sitting there, confident about my choice, feeling like I knew exactly where I was headed – and then someone from outside poked their head in and asked the driver if this bus was headed to the central terminal (which I thought it was), and the driver said no – but he said that another bus which was going there would be along shortly. I was a little stunned, because I was confident that every bus coming to this stop went to the downtown terminal. Now I remember why I thought this... because the first time I took a bus from that stop I asked the same question and the driver at the time replied in a slightly condescending tone “Yeah, EVERY bus here goes downtown”.
At this point, I felt embarrassment – mostly because of the extreme change in my emotional confidence... I had been so sure of myself but was now staring a contradictory truth straight in the eyes. I have a feeling that allowing myself to be “bullied” into that confidence by the first driver's condescending attitude has something to do with it as well. No one around me knew about my feelings but me... which helped me contain my emotions about it to my thoughts rather than having them translate into physical sensations (flushing of the face, etc). Staying “still” was my way of not externally exposing to strangers what was happening inside me.
In hindsight I realize that the deeper feeling here has to do with feeling betrayed by others and by myself. I experienced both drivers as the same “source of information” and yet I got two communications from that source which directly and very obviously contradicted each other... that feels like a betrayal of trust from them. I wanted to trust both drivers, but that ends up feeling like a betrayal of myself because the real truth is that someone must be wrong... and it could beme. Either way, it is an issue of trust that has the ability to wrap me up in psychological knots. The answer, it seems, is to trust my instincts... whether they seem acceptable or not.
So... I stayed “still” to appease a very simple and primal desire. It felt like an instinctual behaviour, and the stillness was bundled with confusion... with confidence at about fifty percent.
I didn't have to wait long to further realize the potential depth of the “error”. The bus almost immediately made a turn that started taking me in the opposite direction of my destination. My emotions tingled nervously again as I realized that if I were to continue trying to plan my goal at this point, I would need to shift away from “planning for success” to planning to “minimize the damage” done by wrong choices. The thought of this made my instincts to stay “still” kick in again for the exact same reasons they did in the first place (fear of embarrassment)... but with the additional internal pressure of knowing a single wrong could now be perceived as multiple wrongs... Oh the drama of it all!
Okay, so now another shift happened, but this time it was within me. I let go of my “plans” and started thinking of it as a totally different experience... a chance to enjoy myself. I knew I still had enough money for another bus ticket if I needed it, and I wasn't on any particular time schedule, so I decided to enjoy the experience of taking a potentially new route that I have never been on before. If the route happened to double-back and bring me within planning range of my destination, that would be a bonus – but I was now resolving myself to two things... I wasn't going to be there in the timeframe planned, and I wasn't going to have money leftover for anything to eat along the way. These were the only two criteria I originally began with... so letting them go was like letting go of my reason for even starting out at all this morning. However, in the shadow of my “errors”, neither proved to be critical to anything other than my personal desires in the moment, so I was able to let them go and just sit back to take in the view.
We eventually did end up going approximately parallel to my destination, but it was still quite a distance away, and a river divided us. Without knowledge of any other routes, I wasn't confident about planning anything. The bus stopped for a long time at what I thought might be the opposite end of its route, and I again switched into planning mode, thinking that I might need to change buses there... but I again had a miniature instinctual behavioural moment that resulted in me remaining in my seat... and then the bus began to move once more.
Then the home run occurred... as we turned onto a familiar freeway, I had a rushing sensation that told me we were headed round the bases and straight for home. I had a vision of the homestretch before it even presented itself... the bus turned onto the freeway towards a turn that I knew, if we took it, would limit the possibilities to two clear routes, both of which were walking distance from my destination. The energy rush I felt was like a conceptual orgasm... an “Ah-Ha” moment which releases all the feelings of confusion about the original paradox of6 distrust and the indecisive stillness that accompanied it. It was all the proof I needed in that moment that right and wrong are simply concepts rather than truths.
As you might predict at this point, the bus in fact did take the better of the two last routes presented and delivered me directly to the actual bus stop which my original planned route would have taken me to... and the cherry on top of this story is that I think I landed there at the same time as originally planned (or even earlier, as the original plan involved a transfer and a wait), and also with just enough change left in my pocket to reward myself with a bag of my favorite salt & vinegar chips from a local store (and I was only able to afford the chips because they happened to be on sale).
Love,
Cory
http://www.corydeansmith.comhttp://www.corydeansmith.co.nrPS – A simple personal experience like this reminds me that that I want to help others experience their own realizations of how their worlds really do work. Since I experienced this particular one firsthand, telling the story of it seems pale by comparison and therefore I sometimes wonder what might be the purpose of doing so other than for personal gratification. However, I am learning that my personal gratification can actually be of benefit beyond it's apparent acceptability... all I have to do is trust that it will in fact find the destinations it needs to be at and let go of trying to plan the process (and... that my concept of “planning” may need to be turned inside out... that planning can actually be about letting go of detailed control instead of the other way around).