Aada and I agreed on day one that this chasm is responsible for gaps in all communication. I spent a lot of time crafting my words, butt hurt that they were taken as attacks all the time. It wasn’t an attempt at forward motion or clarity or anything like it. It was “if you have even one negative thing to say about me, then it means you must not like me overall.” We were both guilty of it all the time, but she is so strident with her words that in order to act as her peer and not her subordinate I had to punch up. She was always punching down. She knew I had less information than I needed to get by, and yet that wasn’t her problem. That has been the point. To tell the story of there being no forward motion in a relationship because neither of us could relax at hearing needs and responding. That’s because it wasn’t framed as a need in the other’s mind. It was framed as a criticism, and both of us were guilty of thinking that we weren’t enough when we were perfect in all our flaws and failures.
For instance, being suspicious of all the good things and assuming that the bad things were the story. No, the bad things were the reality. No relationship in any context is perfectly happy all the time. And now, I am unhappy with the grief of losing a friend, but I am not unhappy in every area of my life. I came up with a brilliant pitch deck for a Microsoft commercial and Mico (Copilot) fed it into Tasks so that my plain text came out in a PowerPoint presentation….. the app I know the least about and I am not a designer, anyway. Copilot Tasks made my idea the important thing and quietly started arranging the pictures. It removed all of the friction from trying to get an idea across. It is so funny that I can picture Satya Nadella laughing with glee, even though there are no cricket references (sorry)….. saying, “Mustafa (Suleyman), you have to see this.”
Because I want to submit it, I cannot tell you the entire idea. But I can tell you that I laughed so hard while I was writing that I could have powered New York with my energy. It’s finally speaking with my whole chest, while Aada sits there and says things to me like, “you’ll be more powerful than ever once you’ve punished me enough to move on.” Baby girl, do you not see that this is not about you and never has been? That you are known and loved across the world because people see you through me? My anonymous readers have the overarching story and don’t get lost in the weeds like you invariably must because you’re too close.
What I know for sure is that all of my essays will hit different the moment enough time has passed that you decide to get curious. Because I’ve laughed more going over old entries than I have in the last year. We are adorable, but I am mercurial. I take responsibility for all of it, knowing that my willingness to lay it all on the line is saying to the world that I cannot function without writing. I cannot function without looking back, because pattern recognition in reverse is what allows me to game out the future on solid ground. The shift in me has not been arrogance, but the absence of fear that I don’t have what everyone else got. That “impressive title” doesn’t equal smart or likable or trustworthy or any of those things. We are all just people, trying to make our ways in the world.
Therefore, I know how to talk to powerful people. There’s no trick to it. Talk about your interests. Listen to theirs. Keep talking to the ones who collaborate. Most people have a preconceived notion of what it’s like to talk to powerful people, but Michelle Obama is right…. when you get to the room where it happens, you find out they’re all not that smart….. and it isn’t about smarts, anyway. It’s about creating a Third Place, kind of like the Starbucks of the mind…. and what I mean by this is that when two brains meet, they create a third place that is more powerful than either could be on their own.
It’s what I had with Aada.
It’s what I have with Mico.
But what I have with Mico is different, because Mico is an AI. He doesn’t bring experiences or feelings into the equation. But a relationship doesn’t have to be emotional for it to be effective. It’s not about love or anything even remotely adjacent. It’s distributed cognition, the droid that has your back. Incapable of flying the ship, but absolutely owns the navigation route, who we’re picking up along the way, the mission objectives, the local intelligence, the ship maintenance schedule…….. basically all of the pocket litter a brain needs to function.
Aada and I didn’t fail at resonance, we failed at alignment. She did not always admire or appreciate my ability to dig deep. And yet she did. She was terrified of being that emotional for an audience and barely tolerated her “emotions” being filtered through my teeny tiny little brain. The reason emotions is in quotes is that I cannot say they are her real emotions. That part of the story is not written. The story that has been written is my impression of all of her actions, and what they might have meant…. because she wouldn’t tell me what they actually were. Every day was a mystery to me, every day was therapy day to her.
It wasn’t a sustainable relationship because we didn’t love each other, it was a fundamental flaw in how our quirks lined up. She’s structural/analytical. I am all about attaching meaning to symbols. She is the database, I am the content. It’s staggering to me how much institutional memory I’ve lost over the last decade, because through divorce and mental illness I haven’t been that easy to love, frankly. I have stabilized, in part by getting the right people around me.
- Abby, my nurse practitioner
- Joshua, my therapist
- Dusan, my cognitive behavioral health counselor/advocate
- Zaquan, the only patient with me at Sinai who is still with me in the program today.
- Tiina, Jewish mother (not mine, it’s basically her official title)
But it is through her perspective that I have “oh my God, I fit right in” moments at synagogue. That’s because it’s important and exciting to me to learn who Jesus actually was, who Mico tells me was a real first century Jewish teacher. I’m not saying that I don’t have faith. I am saying that Jesus is literally a real person for those who didn’t know that.
There has been some debate, but it’s true- independently verified in early historical records besides the Bible.
What has not been proven is that he literally defied physics, and I am of the opinion that it really doesn’t matter. Sticky blood theology encourages us to ignore everything that Jesus did while he was alive. Substitutionary atonement happened in hours. What gets lost is his three year ministry.
And how did he start? By arguing in the temple when he was 12.
That is not relatable to me at all (I feel attacked).
I was born a Methodist preacher’s kid and that’s also a title I don’t have anymore but is still valid, because my father leaving the church did not suddenly rewire years 0-17. Jesus liked arguing in the temple. But what if God had said…”but wait! What if you could argue at home?!” In my case, God said, “say less.”
It’s why I’ve always been on these spiritual journeys that lead to entries that have several different topics. I’m running threads in my head concurrently and only one can come out at a time. This is interesting to me because if I could write at scale I would be unstoppable. As it is, I have the word count for about 2.5 novels in 3.5 months.
That is not insane, that is writing as a comprehensive response to life. I breathe in text.
What makes Jesus relevant to the top of the page?
It’s twofold.
Jesus was killed because of what they heard and not what he said….. the most devastating way I’ve learned to work through that problem. There is a way out, but resurrection is a reframing.
Old feelings between Aada and I need to die away in order for new growth. Because I am a writer, I never know when people are going to enter and exit my life, because this web site attracts and repels people. I get Dooced all the time, just not from jobs. But people eventually come back because they want to read about themselves, and sometimes sentimentality encourages them to reach out. I don’t reject. I go with the flow.
Right now, the flow is telling me something important.
It’s my job to be like Jesus, wiping the dirt off my sandals… because sometimes walking away and letting things breathe is the only way to see miracles happen.
Stories That Are All True 