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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…