Category: Monkey Thoughts

The Sound of Silence

The Sound of Silence

I’ve had an on-again, off-again relationship with meditation. It’s kind of like eating healthy — I feel better when I do it, but at the time I don’t want to do it.

Would-be meditators are often told to find someplace quiet and away from distractions. I always found those directions amusing, as the human brain is the single biggest source of distraction that exists. I’ve not heard of a method that allows a person to be separated from their brain (not temporarily, anyway).

We are bombarded with thoughts, tens of thousands every day. There are so many it’s difficult to focus on one thing for any length of time, which is one reason why people practice meditation. “Practice” is the key word. Even seasoned meditators can’t turn off the thought machine, they just get better at reducing the RPMs.

Silence is an intriguing concept to me. As an introvert, I like silence. I get worn down by noise. Silence refreshes me.

But most people hate silence, or at least it seems they do. For many people there’s not much of the day unfilled by radio, TV, cell phones, or conversations. 

Why is silence so uncomfortable for so many? Perhaps silence is mistaken for loneliness. The brain (that unreliable narrator) may be saying, “There is no one around, I am alone.” In that moment, the brain forgets what Henri Nouwen said about the difference between loneliness and solitude.

Perhaps people fear silence, similar to a dark room. There is no sensory input from silence.

The brain is in a dark room called the skull. It has no connection to the outside world except through the information it receives from the senses. When that information is cut off, the brain doesn’t take it very well. Dark rooms and silence are scary because… *anything* could be in there! I mean, there’s no proof a tiger isn’t in there. The lack of information lets our imagination fill in the details, and most people don’t imagine dark rooms to be filled with a million dollars.

Maybe people perceive silence as boring. But is it more boring than most TV? I don’t think so, but I’m the introvert here.

They used to say silence is golden. I still believe that. Now maybe I can find a way to get excited about meditating.

 

 

Fear All the Way Down

Fear All the Way Down

With the Coronavirus pandemic going on, I’ve been thinking about fear. I often think about fear… it’s my go-to character defect (or a “core competency” if I was in a job interview).

But in this case, my thoughts are less about my own fear and more about people’s reactions. There’s a lot of fear going around, but I’m wondering how much of it is truly about the virus.

One thing I’ve learned is… there is fear. But there is also Fear of Fear. So hold onto your hat. We’re about to get Meta.

Turtles and Buffaloes

Recursion is where something refers to itself. It can create infinite loops. A good way to understand recursion is through two examples.

First the turtles. A man and a woman are discussing what keeps the Earth from falling. The woman says the Earth doesn’t fall because it rests on the back of a giant turtle. When the man asks what keeps the turtle from falling, the woman replies, “It’s turtles all the way down!”

Next the buffaloes. It is a grammatically correct sentence to say, “Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.” Here’s the explanation.  For our purposes it is enough to know that you could repeat the word “buffalo” an infinite amount of times and still have a grammatically correct sentence.

I can keep adding buffaloes and I can keep adding turtles…all the way down.

Fear All the Way Down

Fear is recursive. Let’s see how.

Let’s say I’m afraid Person A won’t like me. Next, I might worry that if Person A doesn’t like me, then Persons B, C, and D will notice and will also not like me (because I’m unlikable, you see). And everyone knows that if you’ve lost A, B, C, and D you’ve lost E through Z.

Those followers.

Now I’m afraid that no one will like me. I notice how tense I feel, and I remember that appearing afraid is uncharismatic, and thus contributes to why people don’t like me, and then I’m afraid of my own worry surrounding my fear of being disliked.

Fear replicates itself. It is self-fueling, self-fulfilling, and self-stimulating. It is a positive feedback loop that will not end without some sort of outside intervention. Most modern fear is like this—not fear of a cause (e.g., a tiger chasing you), but reactions to successive layers of stacked worry.

What does this have to do with Coronavirus? You might have an idea already. There is certainly fear about the virus. But fear of a virus does not cause people to buy a year’s worth of toilet paper. Only Fear of Fear does that. How so?

A virus evokes fear in some people. Other people notice and think “people don’t act afraid unless there is a reason.” More people experience fear. One person prepares for the virus by buying a lot of toilet paper. Already worried people now worry toilet paper will run out. Everyone buys toilet paper.

Negative Feedback

Most of the time negative feedback is no fun. I doubt many of us look forward to performance reviews or comments on how dry our baked chicken was.

But with fear, negative feedback is good. Negative feedback means we are moving towards balance. If you find yourself worrying about Coronavirus, observe your feelings. Ask yourself if you are worried about the virus… or if you are worried about something around the virus (e.g., your job, family, toilet paper).

Answering the following question will let you know which it is: “Can I do anything about this?”

If “yes,” the worry is productive. You are now aware of an action you can take.

“No” means the worry is not productive. But there are still things you can do:

  • Accept that you are not in control (I hate doing this)
  • Breathe in for a count of 4, out for 8 (seriously – Many people stop breathing when stressed)
  • Call someone you care about. Remember we’re in this together.
  • Make a gratitude list. Maybe some things aren’t so great right now… but other things probably are.
  • Wash your hands for 20 seconds 😊
My Orange Brain: Hemispheric Hegemon

My Orange Brain: Hemispheric Hegemon

Witzelsucht

If any of you have slogged through my previous book critiques, you know that I know how to analyze things. I can analyze something to death, then play devil’s advocate to reanimate it, then kill it again with a rejoinder. I can even analyze things that aren’t real, things I just make up in my mind.

For much of my life I’ve operated with only one operational brain hemisphere (the left one). And look where that got me! About the only time I used my right brain was to come up with jokes of varying quality. Mostly one-liners and puns. Unfortunately, rather than feeling relief that my right brain has at least one function, I might have cause to worry. This type of humor can be a sign of brain damage called Witzelsucht.

(Like I didn’t have enough problems to deal with. Now I’m turning German!

That was a joke. But it’s precisely that type of joke that proves I have more brain damage than I thought! 🙂 )

Orange Brain and Blue Brain

orange brain
An actual picture of Jonathan’s brain

This handy picture from The Brain Made Simple illustrates my plight nicely. (I’m using mindfulness to soothe my analytical irritation at the picture’s inverted presentation, with the left-brain on the right and the right-brain on the left.)

I’m good at Orange Brain stuff. Blue Brain stuff, not as much. And I’m right-handed, which makes me even orange-er. I’m not even Dutch! (See? I’m hopeless.)

Let’s run down the Orange List (I’m correcting the picture’s typos because I can’t help myself):

  • Analytic Thought: Duh.
  • Logic: See title of blog.
  • Language: I’ve already used the words “rejoinder” and “plight” and this article is only halfway through.
  • Reasoning: I can come up with reasons for why I do anything, even if they’re wrong.
  • Science/Math: I know the Pythagorean Theorem and all the planets in the solar system. Coincidence? I think not!
  • Writing: I’m writing right now; also, I know how to use a semi-colon.
  • Numbers Skills: I’m an accountant.
  • Right-hand control: I always use my right hand when I’m trying to control someone or something.

Now the Blue List:

  • Art Awareness: I was not aware awareness of art was something to be aware of before writing this article.
  • Creativity: Every word I write uses the same 26 letters. Hardly creative.
  • Imagination: Unless Excel has an imagination function I’m out of luck.
  • Intuition: I thought only women had this?
  • Insight: I wear glasses, so clearly my sight is lacking.
  • Holistic Thought: I didn’t know you could have thoughts with holes in them. I’m way behind on this one.
  • Music Awareness: Music is different than art? I wasn’t aware of that.
  • 3D Forms: Every time I’ve drawn a circle or square they’ve only been 2D. Every. Single. Time.
  • Left-Hand Control: Anyone who has seen me miss a putt on the golf course knows I lack left-hand control.

Blue Brain Life Support

Naturally, when I became aware of my atrophied right brain I just wanted to accept that it was broken and give up. But because I’m an enlightened man in recovery now, and because my brain is tuned to solve problems with analysis, logic, and reasoning, I am thinking about the right brain and ways to pump him up.

Early ideas include guitar, poetry, creative writing, and drawing/sketching. I have the tools to do all of these things, but sometimes have trouble doing them because I don’t feel the results are good enough. (A personal character defect is perfectionism.)

Of course, I could commit myself to posting X number of creative things on this blog, which would force me to do creative things. But that sounds dangerously close to a goal, which is scary. (A personal character defect is a fear of failure.)

As with…hold on. Someone’s talking to me.

OK, I just heard from my dad, literally in the middle of typing this article. He mentioned to me a tool called a Mind Map. I’d heard of these but never used them, because they don’t follow my favorite format (a spreadsheet) and because they look suspiciously like drawing, a creative Blue Brain activity.

When you’re writing an article about your creative dearth and you get interrupted with an idea to improve creativity, it’s probably God trying to tell me something. Message received!

Mind mapping, poetry, creative writing, guitar, drawing. I just need to pick one and do it (procrastination and slow decision-making are personal character defects).

Here’s a start at least: my own personal Jackson Pollock-style painting, courtesy of an online Pollock simulator. The great thing about abstract art is that there is no standard for what “good” is, so my analytical Orange Brain can’t rate its merit. It’s the artistic equivalent of trying to divide by zero.

LOL, take that Orange Brain!

painting
Dividing by Zero by Jonathan Lemon

Jonathan Lemon Feels Stress from Imaginary Deadlines

Jonathan Lemon Feels Stress from Imaginary Deadlines

Jonathan Lemon’s Monkey Strikes Again

Monkeys looking for stress relief
“I can’t find any rationality in here.”

I feel stress this morning. My boss gave me an indefinite deadline to get a post up of at least 500 words. I don’t know when the actual deadline is but I know it’s needs to be SOONER rather than LATER! The boss demands two substantive posts a week and if he doesn’t get what he wants he…he…

Hey wait a minute, I’m the boss! I decide what, when, and how much to post. I have no deadlines and no quality standards to meet (clearly).

So why am I feeling like I’m behind schedule?

Worst Superhero Power

I am amazed at my capacity to work myself up over nothing. There’s a quote floating around out there, apocryphally attributed to Mark Twain: “I’m an old man and have known a great many troubles in my life. Most of which never happened.”

I remember reading that quote one morning and almost spitting out my coffee. (I almost spit out the coffee because the quote described me perfectly, not because I thought the coffee was Kopi Luwak.)

Some people have a useful capacity to imagine what isn’t there. They can see sculptures in blocks of marble, or symphonies from ethereal notes.

I can see imaginary consequences. My superhero name would be Stress Man. I don’t think Marvel will be interested in picking up the movie option.

Nemesis: Dr. Perfecto

All superheroes need a nemesis. Stress Man’s is Dr. Perfecto, an evil medical school graduate. Dr. Perfecto implants perfectionist thoughts into Stress Man’s brain, making him think he needs to do everything perfectly.

Paradoxically, Dr. Perfecto also has the Procrastination Ray that he shoots at Stress Man. Stress Man knows how much work it takes to do things perfectly, and uses procrastination to postpone the pain of perfection.

Add to the troubling mix is Stress Man’s predilection for productivity, and you have a perfect storm.

Every effort must be perfect. Perfection takes a lot of work, and probably won’t be reached anyway, so there’s incentive to postpone the project or cancel it altogether. When things are postponed, it feels like productivity is down and things are behind schedule, leading to stress and wanting to cut out other efforts to get back on track.

Talk about a dastardly and diabolical doctor! Duh duh duh!

All is Not Lost!

So what’s Stress Man to do? He needs to call his sidekick Isaac Newton. Yes, that Newton, of Newton’s Laws of Motion.

Newton’s First Law is helpful to keep in mind in the current perfection predicament: an object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion.

When Stress Man is stuck in mental miasma, the answer is not to keep thinking about it. (Easier said than done.) The answer is stop, drop, and roll!

Or any combination of action. Any movement takes advantage of Newton’s First Law. The situation transforms from wanting to stay at rest to wanting to keep moving towards completion.

Climactic Showdown

Circling back to my deadline problem, I needed to take action. Any action. So I opened up my dashboard, clicked “New Post” and started typing. I eventually produced a semi-coherent narrative and fulfilled my merciless boss’s demand for 500 words.

But dang if it isn’t hard to remember to take action. Especially with a monkey screaming in my ear, and trying to dodge Dr. Perfecto shooting at me, and keeping track of all these mixed metaphors…the list goes on and on.

And the fight goes on and on. I get an opportunity to win the showdown every day. I don’t win them all…but I haven’t quit yet!