You know those times when you feel mildly discombobulated and you can’t quite work out why? So you start looking for discombobulation triggers because although ‘discombobulated’ is a jolly fun word to say, as a feeling it sits there alongside being aware of that seam from your thick woolly tights that you are sitting on, or wishing you’d popped into that loo you passed fifteen minutes ago because you know you’ll get fidgety at an inconvenient moment. Or that feeling when you know you’ve forgotten to do something, but you’re not quite sure what.
After some serious thought I believe my discombobulations are triggered by one of the following:
1) talking to someone and realising you are being ignored in favour of a TV, phone, other electronic device of their choice. Or they are hearing you, but completing ignoring your input to the conversation
2) things not being where they should be e.g supermarkets moving stuff around on shelves, scissors being in the wrong drawer, stuff like that
3) being asked to do something on a particular day or at a certain time, then having those requests changed at the eleventh hour when I’ve organised my life to accommodate
4) being taken for granted. A personal perception, of course. How does one know if they are taking someone for granted?
5) rules being made for no obvious reason. Rules changing for no obvious reason
Actually, re-reading these triggers I am seriously thinking that I am more firmly on the autistic spectrum than I have previously suspected. Seriously. I have all the signs - resistance to change, need to know what I am doing and when, need to be organised and in control, zero spontaneity...
I digress...
So this morning I cooked up some more apples for dolloping on breakfasts, turning into crumble etc, took three phone calls, two of them extensive, made a large pot of leek and potato soup, did a bit more Christmas shopping - I’ve pretty much finished now, don’t hate me (!) - and danced around the kitchen because Radio 2 is playing music from the 80s all day which is marvellous because we all know that ‘80s music is THE BEST. I also spent a silly amount of time looking on-line for a hoodie. Suddenly, I fancy to own a hoodie. Don’t ask me why, but it’s got to be the right one and so far I’ve viewed about 3,000 and they are mostly wrong. Autistic traits, see?
And then I took myself into the Zen Den for a spot of thinking, especially about this mild feeling of discombobulation and wham! All of a sudden the words ‘Give Out - Don’t Give In’ came into my head. And the idea that the best way to deal with ANY form of discombobulation is to strive to Give Out Happiness and avoid Giving In to Feelings of Discombobulation!
Well! This is going to be bloody hard work, isn’t it? But making the effort to Give Out Happiness is an investment in ourselves, isn’t it? We all know how lovely it feels to do something nice for someone else, don’t we? Okay, maybe if you’re a narcissistic psychopath with zero empathy, you don’t, but generally I think we’ve all experienced that fuzzy feeling you get after Giving Out. And by Giving Out, surely it follows that we aren’t Giving In?
I’m going to give this a try. I’m going to up my efforts to Give Out Happiness! No agenda, no expectations. I’m sorry if this post hasn’t made an awful lot of sense, but it has made me feel better writing it all down.
Also, is the opposite of discombobulation combobulation?
Also, if Cinderella’s shoe fitted so perfectly, how come it fell off in the first place?
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