Chaos Theory And The Human Tornado….

Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images

The chaos theory is real.

I know, I’ve seen it.

 

Have you ever encountered a Human Tornado?

I’m sure you’ve known one:

One who whirls through life in a frenzy of reactive movement and action.

One whose every moment is filled with noise and busy-ness.

One who always has something happening, something difficult going on, some crisis that needs to be dealt with….?

One who always seems to be smack bang in the middle of some drama or another……

 

Human Tornados can be exhausting to be around.

Their life is one of commotion and turmoil, one of constant fuss and upheaval.

 

They are like theatrical actors starring in their own endless Greek tragedy, waving their arms dramatically as they stagger through an eternal glorious death scene…..wailing hysterically and crying out:

“Look at me…Look at me…”I SAID BLOODY WELL LOOK AT ME!!!”

 

Human Tornados need a lot of energy to keep spinning.

They manage to generate a lot of that energy themselves.

I guess they’ve built up quite a bit of momentum over time.

Most of them, after all, have had years of practice.

 

The rest of that energy they get from anyone who happens to get caught up in their maelstrom, any poor sucker who happens to wander innocently past and utter the fatal words: “Are you okay?” or “Can I help in some way?”

One moment you’re feeling happy, calm and peaceful and the next you’re just another piece of the proverbial pooh that’s flying all around you.

Human Tornados love to share – chaos is how they love to do it.

 

How often do we get drawn into other people’s lives?

Swept up into problems that are not ours to be in?

How often do we allow ourselves to be caught up in the dramas of others and to become strained and tense and anxious as a result of this?

How often do we find ourselves swept up in a chaotic tempest that is not of our own making and then have no idea how to extricate ourselves from the debris of the aftermath?

 

Human Tornados can be downright dangerous.

They deplete those around them and they create undue stress and anxiety in those they come into contact with.

They also become so caught up in the importance of twirling magnificently, that they are oblivious to their impact on others and the destruction they leave in their wake.

(After all, being a Human Tornado is such an important job :) )

 

And the funny thing is, when you’ve rendered assistance to the poor Tornado, heard its desperate cries, when you’ve weathered the storm and done what you can, when it finally seems things are quieting down, that the end of the storm is approaching, that there will soon be peace and calm…

 

It is then that you will notice something quite strange.

 

The Human Tornado will grow increasingly uncomfortable and fidgety…almost as if they find the calm oppressive and the silence deafening…

And it won’t take long at all before you notice them start to spin, slowly at first, then gaining momentum like a Whirling Dervish until they are back doing what they know best, drawing in chaos and confusion in giddy ecstasy.

Until they are delightedly creating their next drama and inviting you into the carnage with a gleeful cry of delight:

“Oh poor me, poor me! Look at me, look at me! Come on in and help me…. Please??”

 

After all it seems, there is nothing more disturbing for a Human Tornado than stillness…. and the terrifying thought of having to be alone with themselves…

 

Just a thought…

What Do You Mean You Want To Be A Dancer? Don’t Be So Ridiculous….

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Recently I shared a chat and a drink with a friend who I hadn’t seen  for a while.

 

He was concerned that his son is being pressured at school to choose a career path. At 15 this young man is being told that he has to make a decision and choose his work future.

The presumption was made by the school that his son would choose the academic route, to go to university, study for years and earn a degree.

 

Now this dad is a very successful business owner.

He makes a lot of money and provides jobs for a substantial number of people. He provides a service for a large community and contributes to the local economy.

He never went to university.

“I told him he could do whatever he wants to do,” said the Dad. “To choose something he really wants to do- something he loves. I really don’t mind what. I want him to follow his heart and be happy.”

 

That same day I had talked with a young girl who told me that her dad wants her to become a lawyer.

He’s apparently told her since she was a little girl that she will grow up to study law.

“Are you interested in becoming a lawyer?” I asked.

(Huge eye roll and look of horror.)

“God no! I couldn’t think of anything worse but he keeps going on and on about it, and lining me up work experience and bringing me home all of this stuff to do with law- he just won’t listen!”

 

Today as I was putting out the recycling I happened to notice what was on top. (I’ve been having a bit of a clear out.)

It was one of my Diplomas- whoops!

 

Now, as I’ve mentioned before, I love to learn.

I have lots of bits of paper that I get handed at the end of some blocks of formal learning. Qualifications I’ve needed to hold down certain jobs.

Some of them have taken lots of effort, lots of sacrifice, lots of time and buckets of money!

 

But it’s not the bits of paper that I value.

They’re just bits of paper after all.

It’s the knowledge that I’ve gained, the experiences I’ve had, the people I’ve met, the challenges I’ve faced, the memories I’ve made and the fact that they’ve all been about doing what I love.

They have all had a purpose-to allow me to do the things I’ve been passionate about.

To have “jobs” that I’ve loved to do.

 

 

How many people do you know who hate what they do for a living?

People who stay in a job they detest, waiting only for the day when they can retire…

 

How many of us were directed that way by well-meaning folk around us…or by those who thought they knew what was best for us?

 

We live in a dynamic world where change is the norm.

Where most people will hold around 7-11 different jobs in their lifetimes….

 

How many of us hold onto something that we began years and years ago, based on decisions we made in a different time and place?

How long since we’ve reassessed to see if that decision still fits…

How long since we’ve opened our minds to new possibilities?

Since we’ve tried on something new for size?

 

Since we’ve dared to dream….

 

And how many of us will have the courage to act on that dream?

Please And Thank You?? Old-Fashioned Rubbish….

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I’m currently on a working holiday in another country.

As I was out walking last night (waddling along like the Michelin Man in all my layers- brrr!) I passed a young girl and her Dad.

“Good evening!” she called cheerily as she skipped past.

I thought about how polite everyone has been here.

People nod and say hello, give you a smile and say excuse me when they walk in front of you as you gaze in bewilderment at the supermarket shelves. (“I don’t want Good Mate, I want Vegemite!”)

I was talking to a new step-mum at home recently.

She was bemoaning the fact that her new progeny had a distinct lack of manners.

Not only do they never seem to have heard of the words thank you, they appear to have the distinct inability to be grateful about almost anything.

A recent survey in my home state said that saying please or thank you is no longer seen as being necessary by 81% of those surveyed.

That explains quite a bit…..

In our superficial world where people not only fail to acknowledge others, they often don’t even see them- the art of courtesy and manners are seen as obsolete- unnecessary and a waste of time.

In the “all about me”” world it’s become all about having my needs met- by you!

I’m regularly struck by the power of please and thank you.

Manners were important in my family because they were the language for caring about others.

(It was also the difference between being fed and going hungry!)
Caring for others was one of those key family values that I couldn’t escape.

Living in small communities cemented them in.

When you know people and people know you, then it’s easier to be polite.

A simple smile, taking time to say thanks, saying hello, acknowledging people’s efforts, taking a quick minute for a chat takes no time at all, yet it can make the most profound difference for others…
and then it comes back.

Manners connect us to others.

Using them feels good.
Using them makes others feel good.
Others using them makes us feel good.

A bit of a win/win situation all around really!!
All of us like to be acknowledged. We like to receive a compliment. We enjoy praise. We love to feel appreciated. We like to be seen…..

So hello to you and thank you! :)