Some Shit I Just Texted
That seems like a lot when the healthiest way to work through this would be to disassemble our undesirable triggers by mutually assisting each other in the following way:
- We are non-reactive towards the triggered individual until we get an accepted invitation to a calm conversation. You would think this is the tough job, it isn’t.
- When we are triggered, we acknowledge and accept the invitation from the asshole trying to tell us were triggered falsely, calming ourselves down in preparation for the conversation. Okay, here’s the tough job, right? Nope. Not this one either.
- As a calm participant in the conversation that follows, we, in good faith, engage in aforementioned discussion, limiting our scope to the immediately preceding scenario and its contributing factors where the term good faith shall be defined as (this is the tough job and we both have it, every time) a willingness to receive input from the other as though it really were more true than our own currently held position in order to see whether our world collapses). We, ultimately, remain free to decide which way we swing once both sizes have been tried on.
- We both agree to pause the conversation until a mutually agreed upon time if at any point either party feels the calm slipping from the conversation.
Not sure if it is Asimov’s Laws of Robotics level … but it is hard to imagine sticking to these four Laws of Triggerotics and getting nowhere, in my opinion.
*** texted from a bath thirty minutes ago
Oops. Y’all thought we were in a comedy. This a tragedy, beeches! My bad for not warning y’all :(
