Internet Relationships4: We Never Really Grow Up
| Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 15-12-2009
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A large part of my emotional direction was established early in life. The longer I live, the more impressed I am about that.Now that I’m a seasoned adult it seems I should have outgrown my childhood nautre. But I haven’t. I know now I will not.
My Childhood was a struggle to receive friendship, acceptance, love and recognition. Like chickens, a peeking order was established in the flock of children. Who was the smartest, funniest, strongest, cutest, or most popular? Who could run the fastest, throw the ball the farthest, hold their breath the longest, or win the most margles?
I sure didn’t end up on top. But most of the other kids were right there with me, reacting about as I did. At that age one doesn’t talk about feelings of inadequacy or inferiority. So at times it seemed as though I were alone, separated from the rest of the world.
Like striking an already bruised muscle, criticism, rejection, failure, or rebuke intensified this conviction. I wouldn’t let this be discovered because it seemed shameful, a sign of weakness or proof perhaps that I didn’t deserve to be on the top of the heap.
I held on dearly to every indication of love or recognition. Like the comment of Mrs. Bruce, my eighth grade English teacher, who suggested I could write.
“You are much like Abraham Lincoln,” she said. “You say a lot in a few words.” Then later she revealed that she knew I was one of the boys who waxed her car windows on Halloween. What a wonderful person. She was the only teacher throughout my eighteen years of school who said anything good about my academic ability.
It’s little wonder that at times I had a complex and felt quite average intellectually.
I suppose even the acorn never stops needing the soil, the moisture, and the air, even after it has become a oak tree. So, here I am, an adult, and find I have changed so very little in my needs since those long ago days.
I still seek recognition and acceptance.
I still flourish with the praise and crumble with criticism and rejection.
There are times I still feel lonely not when I’m alone with someone I know well, but when I’m around a bunch of strangers. In the crowded shopping center, for instance, I feel uncomfortable, apart from everyone else.People seem to stare at me not as a human, it seems, but as more of a thing. I want a friendly face to look into, want to meet eyes that say “Hello” rather than don’t come near me.” Perhaps that is why a warm welcome and a smile are so pleasing from one who serves me in a store. It can relieve for just a moment, the loneliness.
There are those short spaces when I have a strong yearning to be loved. I do not mean physical love, of course that’s important. I’m refering more to the communication of emotional love. These spans of longing seem to arrive after I have been involved heavily with people for long periods of time. It’s like needing a recess or a coffee break, a point when you surrender from the process of living. I want to know that all of my efforts, for the trying to be loved, gets some results. I must go to someone who cares about me and merely be in that person’s presence quietly and effortlessly and be fulfilled with the sense of being loved.
And so I have discovered that most of the things I want from life I must get from people. Sure it would simplify life to be able to say, I do not need others, that I can exist only with my work, my God, running in the morning, paddling my canoe among the water lilies in the bay, looking at the mountain peaks or just being alone.
I like those things deeply and peaceful, but my life would be shallow if that were all I had. I want to tell someone about my experiences.
I must share myself with other people. I have a lot yet to accomplish in my life. This requires the help of others. I need people to notice me, encourage me, praise me, accept me, and care about me.
You might say, “But you have all of those. Don’t you know that?” And I would respond, “Yes, I know that, logically.” You’ve been around a long time, so I know you are my friend. You work with me, perhaps you married me, you fill my car with gas, or you play golf with me. So I am sure you must be my friend.
“But I don’t know it emotionally unless you communicate it and experience it. If you like being with me smile at me, if you love me touch me. If you miss me write to me. Then my feelings as well as my mind will always know of our love and friendship. You will be helping me. Because the energy of my life are my emotions. That is the substance that stimulates me to achieve, grow, work, progress, and become more than I was yesterday.”
“And when you do this for me, then I’m a little like a puppy dog. Pet me, show me some love, and I’ll wag my tail, jump up and down, follow you all around and do the things you ask me to do. However your strokes and affection must be real. For, like the little dog, I can tell if it is. If your attention is false and a device to manipulate me, I’ll smell you out and resist you.”
Rick Shoop with IMO-Networker.com Strategies That Work In Every Situation. It’s a Digital Future why not utilize it? Basic Training in relationships in the real world applies to the internet as well.

