In light of the recent events with the “postal” flight attendant, you know the one who curses out the airline passenger over the intercom, proceeds to crack open a brew and then brazenly lets out the escape chute and takes a slide, it seems more people than not are quietly longing for their own Steven Slater moment.
We’ve all had that split second reaction when we just wanted to scream at the kids, the dog, or whoever was in wrath’s path but just couldn’t because it wasn’t the right thing to do. These moments come all to frequently for me ( I’m just keeping it “real”) but I have become the master at escaping from reality and mentally fleeing to the “Me, Myself, and I” spot in a New York minute.
“Me, Myself and I” spot? Glad you asked, in this space I control my emotions, and loud outbursts and cursing are not allowed! Being here allows me to edit my thoughts and strategically plan out my next move or spoken words. It seems as though when we lash out at others we are allowing them to secretly control parts of our being and that is not cool. Combating someone else’s foolishness with a calm head and a if we weren’t in this office, school, house etc. smirk lets them know who truly has the upperhand in the situation.
Having a mental and a physical “Me, Myself and I” place has saved many from a few choice words on more than one occasion. I have often counted down the hours until I can get to my tangible place. That place is a hot shower or bubble bath, where I can pray, think through my frustrations and leave them, reemerging with a clear head and refreshed attitude. I strongly suggest if you don’t have a ” Me, Myself and I” place, find one…it’s fab there!
Do share…where is your place?