When you don’t have a problem raging at you, how do you deal with it?
I can’t say I’m really good at it – not yet anyway.
I would like to think that my “fight or flight” response would kick in during truly emergency situations (it’s usually more “flight” than “fight”; but hey! I’m alive to write this. So, perspective).
I usually let things fester.
Not always because I am afraid of confrontation (although that’s usually the case – I just want everyone to get along, people! What’s wrong with that? I personally think people let their egos drive their decisions way too much) or being burdened with an inconvenience that could be avoided.
But maybe a part of me thinks that I need to live up to the sound of my name and “rough” it out (P.S. My name is pronounced like the word “rough” followed by the sounds “ee” and “ah,” even though linguistically it’s something else. But that’s what happens when non-Arabic speaking folk name their kids in Arabic!).
All my life I have been told I’m naazooq (delicate in Urdu). Well, maybe not all my life, but at least for the past decade. Maybe it’s true… but maybe it’s also a self-fulfilling prophecy? Who can tell? For me, it’s the proverbial chicken and the egg problem.
Lately, I’ve been wanting to fight that stereotype. I want to prove to myself mostly that I am stronger than others have led me to believe. That’s part of the reason why I enjoy running. It’s hard and it hurts and my head feels like it’s going to explode. But being able to reach my intended mileage (let’s be honest, it’s always under 4 at this point) is like me telling the world, “Boo-yaah!”
But sometimes you need to take action before the problem comes raging at you. Maybe that’s strength, too.