Sunday, March 3, 2013

How to Pick Your Battles


So. I guess I should provide some information about myself, eh? I’m originally from a small town in Southern California called Oxnard, but I moved up here to Portland, OR in order to go to school at Reed College. I love it up here. It’s been so great. I’m a junior studying Sociology. I’ve always been interested in people, and I suppose that’s why I’m such a people person. I live with four other girls in a house off campus. I love these girls. We’ve been tight ever since freshman year. But sometimes they really just know how to push my buttons. Normally I would talk to one of them about this, but instead I’m going to try writing it out here. Maybe this can help me reflect on things a bit more and gain some sort of insight.

One thing that I’ve been focusing on recently is picking my battles. I hate it when things annoy me and I feel unable to voice that, but I’m always scared of telling my roommates what’s on my mind for fear that they’ll like me a little less or talk behind my back. In any case, I guess that’s what I’m most afraid of: people not liking me. It’s a logical thing to fear, right? I’m also afraid of missing out on things; even little things. It’s funny because I know all my roommates feel this same way, but I feel like I can’t talk about with them because they take things so personally. But that’s the funny thing - I definitely do that, too.

Well, one of my roommates is the Queen of Passive Aggression. She’s mastered this like none other. She’s very upfront with how she feels, which is something I and the rest of my roommates admire, but she’s so narrow-minded that it’s frustrating for the reset of us. Of course we all love one another – that’s why we’ve remained friends since freshman year. Sometimes it’s honestly hard to remember that they like me, though. I see this one roommate’s passive aggressive tendencies as reasons for her not liking me instead of other potential possibilities. At times I do feel that we have a different relationship than she does with others in the house, but I guess that’s life. I just have to remember that we all have different relationships with each other. She comes to me for advice on boys and such because I guess she honors my opinion about that. While she’ll joke with my other roommate about this crappy show that they both enjoy. It’s hard to remember that she, like me, has different relationships with everyone. The most important thing to remember is that one friendship is not necessarily better than another. It’s hard for me to say who I’m closest with in the house. It seems like this changes almost every week. As I’m sure she feels similarly. But I really shouldn’t focus on this because I hate competition. I always have. That’s one reason I stopped playing on my high school’s lacrosse team and now only do it recreationally. I hate competing with others; it stresses me out.

Anyways, whenever something bothers me concerning her or any other or my roommates for that matter, I try to remember to pick my battles. It’s important to choose when to voice concern about something. That’s what I used to think, at least. But this simply bottles your emotions. That’s one of my other roommate’s pet peeves – when people don’t just come out and say what’s on their mind. Instead, they let it continue to simmer until one day things explode over an unrelated event (what’s ironic is that she’s great at doing this, but that’s for another post).

I was searching the Internet for how exactly to decide when to choose your battles. I came across a post by a fellow blogger. She explained how I’ve been feeling – how you have to choose when to strike. But the timing shouldn’t matter at all. What’s being affected in the first place is how you feel. Your emotions should come before any fight you choose to start. It’s important to note how you’re feeling. Maybe your roommate is passive aggressive and narrow-minded, but you can’t control that, even if you do choose to voice how you feel. What you can control, though, is how you feel about it. The majority of problems I have with my roommates are centered around small things anyway, like washing dishes or misplacing my Tupperware. These aren’t major life problems, but yes, they do affect how I feel on that day. They’re not worth a fight, but more importantly they aren’t worth my anger. Very rarely is there something that is worth my time and anger to fight about. Before I’ve tried to blame it on my roommates and their lack of respect. And while it is true that they are at fault for a lot, it’s also true that I can control my reaction and my emotions.

I’ve battled with depression for a few years now and only recently sought help for it. I’ve been put on medication, but I hate it. The doctor said it really wasn’t necessary to go see a counselor, so instead of taking my pills I’ve been trying to focus energy on controlling my emotions. What’s funny is I don’t think I ever really had a problem with this until coming to college. I’ve always been in touch with my emotions and I’ve always been sensitive, but I’ve also been sensitive to others and their feelings. I have high expectations for myself, and I also have high expectations for those around me. That’s going to be difficult to change. What I can do instead is this. My roommates are not under my control. I cannot control whether or not they remember to extend an invitation for me to go to lunch with them, or if they use my dishes respectfully. I can control, though, how I react. I gained a lot from reading this other blogger’s advice on picking battles, and I want to see if her advice does actually work. So I guess this is my latest study. I want to see if I change how I react, if this will have an effect on my roommates. This other blogger stressed how her husband has also become more thoughtful in his responses, and she didn’t even have to tell him about her behavior change!

I’d like for you to read a quote from her blog, “Picking your battles is not about choosing when to fight. It’s about choosing what is worth your anger and what is not. The battle is not with your spouse. The battle that you are choosing is about you.” I think that really sums up how I’ve been feeling, and I hope that with this new understanding I can change my behavior like she has and be able to benefit from it.

A Fresh Start


So I guess this is it! It’s my time to start. I’ve decided to finally start writing in a blog. I guess it doesn’t really matter who reads this, as long as it’s out there. Everyone has their own struggles, their own ups and downs, and here are mine. I’ve put my thoughts and feelings on the Internet before, and I can only remember the times when it’s all backfired. People have found me out and gotten mad or disappointed at me for what I had to say. No, not what I had to say. What I had written. I, like, most people I know, prefer to not confront others about issues, and talk to others about it instead. I guess it’s more because I want others to empathize with me and say things like, “Yeah, she did that to me, too!” or come up with some magical solution to my problem. But I’ve come to realize that life doesn’t really work that way. There will never be one perfect solution. And even if there was, that one solution won’t solve future problems as well. So that’s why I came here. To let out all of my thoughts in a safe place.

I’ve always wanted to keep a journal, but I’m so bad at making it a habit. I’ve chosen to write here because maybe others will benefit from hearing about my own sad life. Maybe no one will read this, and that’s okay, too.

But I’ve decided to write under a different name and take out some specifics so that no one can find out who I truly am. That’s always been why I’ve gotten in trouble for speaking my mind – because I’ve been found out. If you don’t like what I have to say, than please feel free to offer me advice. If you feel similarly about something, let me know – solidarity, sister! I just ask you to please don’t criticize me for anything I have to say. There’s so much in my life that I waste my negative energy on. I want this to be the only place where I express that negativity, in hopes that I’ll be able to lead a life that I’m a bit more proud of.

In any case, that’s my schpeal! I’ll probably write about something more specific in a bit. Maybe when I decide to take a break from work. But in the meantime, that’s why I’m here.