Human beings are often scared, and perhaps more so now as the world has become a very scary place , and we tend to cope with it in different, and yet similar ways. Sometimes we lose the natural ways of coping and become either depressed or aggressive. It seems to me, that at base this is about losing the feelings of power in our lives or being able to motivate oneself to use it.Secondly it can be about using power in an aggressive way , and this is often about allowing hurt to fester within us until it becomes uncontrollable rage. Of course this is not definitive there are many more reasons why we behave as we do and some are even unique to individuals, and yet there are recognisable patterns in all of us.
Big Buster was a well made preadolescent boy who terrorised the school yard, yes you’ve got it! he was the school bully. The only child who wasn’t scared of him was a little boy with a limp Buster protected him and carried him around on his shoulders sometimes running with him until he laughed and giggled, then he would set him down, and walk off glumly.
Buster loved to tell stories and would on some occasions tell the child stories when he found a place to hide so he wouldn’t lose face with the herd. Significantly these stories had some loving and caring themes , but often they were by a big bully. One day the little boy with the limp, who incidentally, he never called by his name , climbed on his knee where they sat in a secluded corner of the schoolyard. He put his little head on Buster’s chest and whispered, do you know my name Buster? Buster rolled his eyes put him down and ran off.
Throughout the day Buster kept hearing the little boys voice, do you know my name? he felt alternately sad the furiously angry because he had lost his power, but he knew there was power in his rage so he stood up, and allowed himself to swell in size he had the power to do this, when he was enraged he could increase in size, and it felt good, but he also knew that he did bad things when he was like this, and hurt himself and others then he thought of the wee boy and felt ashamed the wee boy needed him, and he needed the wee boy. Buster couldn’t wait to see him again the next day.
What do you think happened? What is the little boy’s name?
DON’T RUN SCARED USE YOUR HEAD! STOP AND REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE AND HOW YOU COPED BEFORE DO THIS NOW!!!!!
aoibheann thoughtful reflections 