Acceptance, Challenging Beliefs, Forgiveness, Friendships, Relationships, Teaching & Learning

My Batshit Crazy Series

So what makes Batshit Crazy different from normal crazy or just plain old hurt?

By my definition, Batshit Crazy happens when there is an acute mixture of hurt, confusion and fear. It happens when we are no longer able to decipher any reason or logic from a situation; and when we cease to care about who or what around us this affects.

When we are totally overwhelmed by; and fearful of; the pain of our emotions and we’ll stop at nothing to make the pain go away. To an outsider it appears as erratic, unpredictable, and illogical behaviour and as though no lines are too sacred to cross.

I feel it is important to remember that in its essence this is a very human experience, we’ve all done and said things that we weren’t proud of. How far we took it and how we went about it may have looked different from total Batshit Crazy, but we’ve all felt intense pain and wished for it to stop.

While it is very easy to see the Batshit Crazy person as an ‘other’ I wish to propose this question,

“Is it possible to have a Batshit Crazy person in our lives without us having contributed in our own Batshit Crazy way?”

My answer to that question is no, but I’d love to hear what you think either in the comments below or through the LOVING BUSINESS Facebook Page.

It is my belief that you can’t play tennis on your own. Unknowingly we hit the ball back over the net ever time we too are left hurt and confused by their behaviour. Every time we defensively interpret their behaviour as Batshit Crazy rather than as a sad call for help, we become players on their stage.

Don’t get me wrong I have no judgement here. It is incredibly hard not to react to Batshit Crazy behaviour; I know I’ve done my share of lashing out in response and I will probably continue to do so in the future. It is really hard not to react defensively to behaviour that by design pushes our buttons.

Looking beyond what is right in front of us is the biggest challenge of any relationship, nay, of life. Imagine the lives we could inspire if we were successful at loving people for who we knew them to be deep down? Imagine if we did that no matter how cruel and unpredictable their behaviours were? Imagine what our world would look like if we managed to pull that one off?

At times we can interpret Batshit Crazy behaviour as funny and fascinating, there are whole websites dedicated to posting crazy text messages that people have sent. But it can also be violent, heartbreaking and relentless. The underlining issues are the same; they are not coping.

That woman on the train that we saw all over the news; the one who vomited out the racist tirade is a perfect example of Batshit Crazy. Imagine how difficult it would have been in that moment to have offered her compassion, understanding and love?

I honestly don’t think I would have. And not because I don’t think she deserves it or because I don’t believe in the power of a loving approach; but because I don’t think that the thought would have even occurred to me. I would imagine that instinctively all of my concern would have been directed towards her victim.

It has been my intention in writing this series to do just that; to put the thought into my head so in those high stress, high conflict scenario’s there is a small chance that I could step back and ask myself the question,

“What is really going on here? Are they crying out for help?”

In the series I have written 3 letters which cover the perspectives of;

The sentiments running through these letters can be universally applied to other relationships that we have, e.g. a Parent, a Sibling, an In-Law, a Partner, a Work Colleague, a Boss, a Friend, or a stranger on a train. I also wish to be clear that although these Batshit Crazy Letter’s are addressed to woman, I strongly believe that Batshit Crazy behaviour is in no way limited to the female gender.

I’ve also written these articles because I wanted to bring some empathy and compassion to the situation. Now before you go thinking that I’m pronouncing myself as a saint who takes the higher road I want to be clear that my motivations are much more aligned to my own self-interests.

I’ve found that when I’ve looked beyond what is being presented to me and I’ve tried to focus on the real person and the real issue; that it has brought me much more of what I want. I want peace in my relationships and in those stressful situations.

It is also an approach which helps me align with my own higher sense of self. I say I want to experience myself as a compassionate and caring person; well what better context to give that a go in then a Batshit Crazy one?

My goal is to interact within the parameters of this sentiment:

“I am hearing what you are saying and it makes sense to me that you are feeling this way. I know that there is a lot going on that I’m not seeing too. I’m here to help you understand that what ever it is, you are more than it.

In the meantime I’m going to chill out a bit from being so defensive. I’m going to look past what you are presenting to focus upon what I know to be true about you.

I know that just like me; all you want is to feel loved, safe and heard. No matter what you do or say, you are valuable and I know that you are doing your best, just like me. You are, just as the day you were born, a magnificent being.

I want you to know that I feel blessed to have you in my life; because it is the uncomfortable things about you that are helping both of us to grow.”

Dear Batshit Crazy Person

Like I said I don’t always get it right and I never will, but the good news is that even when I let my hurt and confused loved one down; the interaction causes both of us to desire more peace and harmony in our relationships.

‘Letting them down’ also reminds me that they don’t need me to ‘help’ them; they are magnificent beings that are more than capable of seeking out the solutions for themselves.

So who’s with me? Who’s up for the challenge of redefining our own role in the Batshit Crazy dynamic?

Leanne xx

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Acceptance, Challenging Beliefs, Teaching & Learning

My Dream for this Blog

My dream for this blog is for it to be a jumping off place for us to engage with ideas and beliefs that challenge who and where we are right now. Not just for the sake of it but for the pursuit of a deeper, more thoughtful, more loving, more accepting, more fearless and richer life.

 I was born into a family of hard working, sport loving, beer swilling Bogans, so we are unsure of just where my love affair with music, the arts and theatre began, but it began when I was very young.

By the time I was 14 I fancied myself as a bit of a cultural connoisseur; in reality I concede that I was just an obnoxious teenage wanker, but I didn’t let that stop me pursuing the dream. Living in a small town nearly two hours from our capital city it was thrilling the day our school bussed us down to visit the state Art Gallery.

There I was totally in my element. My dream was to walk around and breathe in these great works of art on my own like every other grown up who had just popped in for the day. I fantasised that I was a sophisticated member of this art loving community, equally knowledgeable, intelligent and adult.

The reality was I was a 14yr old wearing a school uniform that grouped me in with 60 kids who were only there because the itinerary included lunch at McDonalds afterwards. We were watched like hawks and treated like a bunch of misbehaving snot nosed teenagers, probably because we were.

In the expansive foyer of the gallery there was a very large abstract canvas painting, it was huge at 4.5m wide by 2m high. It was called “After Sirius” and was painted by the Australian artist Michael Johnson in 1987-1988.

After Sirius

“After Sirius, (1987-1988) by Michael Johnson :: The Collection :: Art Gallery NSW

I couldn’t tell you exactly what our guide told us about the painting at the time but I came across this quote published in 2004 by Barry Pearce so let’s just pretend it was something along these lines. Barry Pearce is a long-time friend of Michael Johnson and went on to become a Curator of Australian Art at the Art Gallery of NSW.

“….metaphysical orchestration of colour and a muscularity of presence” to “ruptured, sinewed application of base, primary colour performs an opera of gestures and painterly manoeuvres”.

The reason I can easily imagine that our guide offered us something similar to the above is because I clearly remember my response to the painting, I hated it. Not a mild dislike but a genuine outraged passionate hate.

How could this monstrosity be hanging pride of place in this our states largest and most prestigious gallery? Who would pay for such crap? How can this be art?

This painting would haunt me for years. I kept coming across it in art books and of course every time I went to indulge in my lovely grown up moments at the gallery there it was to repulse me, pride of place right near the entry.

One day, and only to further support my hatred with ammunition, I decided to find out some things about the eyesore. That day changed many things about my life.

Long story short I grew to deeply love and respect Michael Johnson as a painter and I do believe that had my reaction not been so strong I wouldn’t have bothered to find out any more about the painting, the artist or the art period.

My wish for this blog is for it to be a forum for where I can show the same amount of curiosity about things which draw out such strong reactions from me as I did as a teenager. It is not a comfortable or easy place to be in when we have such deep reactions, but if I’ve learnt anything it’s that this place always brings about deep riches.

Whether it’s about confirming our own beliefs or changing them altogether, whether it’s about understanding the benefits that come to us from different perspectives or just letting go and seeing that multiple perspectives can exist without threatening our own sense of self; it is all enriching.

So I encourage you to challenge yourself as well by looking at those things which push your buttons and have you reacting strongly.

There may be lots we agree on but I’m also hoping that there is a lot that we don’t, just know that this blog should always be a forum where your opinion is valued and respected. And if it is not then I would appreciate you lovingly holding me accountable to those ideals.

This is a journey, I don’t know the destination. There is no right and no wrong there is only what you think, feel and believe and what I think, feel and believe. So let’s have some fun!

Leanne xx

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