Monday, April 13, 2020

Week 12: Sensitivity and Pizza


I’ve been thinking a lot about sensitivity lately because of something that happened about a week and a half ago. Time for a story:
            I was sitting in the living room reading when I heard the doorbell ring followed by our dogs barking wildly. I was the only one of the seven people in the house on the lower level, so I had to get the door. After throwing the dogs out into our fenced yard, I went to open the door and I immediately apologized to the guy waiting on the front step for the insanity of my loyal “guard dogs”. Before I finished my apology, the guy at the door, who I recognized as a neighbor from across the street, said “You should put your recycling in bags next time.”
            His arms were filled with the contents of our recycling bin: water jugs, milk jugs, and water bottles. He expounded on his previous blunt statement, “Your trash was everywhere, so I picked it up.”
            “You didn’t have to do that! Thank you.” I responded, under the impression that he had picked up our wayward trash just because it was a windy day and he thought we needed help.
            “No, I picked it up because it was all over my yard.” He said.
            I apologized again and again. I didn’t know what else to say. He was still holding my family’s trash in his arms, and he looked as though he was waiting for me to take it all from him. I stepped forward and took each bottle and jug out of his arms one by one. I don’t think I ever stopped apologizing while he told me the best way to go about keeping our trash out of his yard.  He eventually left, having said what he needed to say. I walked down the driveway in my socks to get the recycling bin and put the jugs and bottles back inside. I also went to get some grocery bags, like the guy suggested.
            When I told my mom about what happened, I was in tears. Crying is my default response to everything. My mom told me I shouldn’t have answered the door at all, but what was I supposed to do? Leave him waiting on the front step with his arms full of our trash? The fact that he was holding all of our trash that had ended up in his yard due to the wind bothered me the most. Did he feel like he should display the evidence of our wrongdoing? He couldn’t just return the jugs and bottles to the recycling bin, he had to hold them up in front of me and force me to apologize for the wind’s actions?
            I just wanted to forget about the whole thing, but my parents wanted to do the opposite. My mom asked around for the guy’s wife’s phone number, and she sent a text to our neighbor detailing how “distressed” I was, and how any future problems should be discussed with her or her husband. My mom hasn’t realized I’m an adult yet so she fights all of my battles. The wife called my mom back and said that her husband never meant to upset me, he only wanted to express his frustration over the way our trash always ends up in their yard on trash day. She claimed that our trash was in their yard every single week, and they always picked it up. She ended the call by saying that she doesn’t want to have a bad relationship with her neighbors, but the constant trash in their yard was very trying.
            Though our neighbors wanted to discuss the matter further, we declined, and thought that was the end of it. A couple of hours later the doorbell rang again, and a Domino’s pizza guy was standing at the door. We hadn’t ordered a pizza, but the pizza guy insisted it was for us. We soon realized that our neighbors had bought us a pizza to apologize for what had happened that afternoon. I felt worse than ever. I felt awful that my sensitivity, the fact that I had cried in response to our neighbor’s request to put our bottles in bags, had made our neighbors feel obliged to make it up to us with pizza.  Once again I had been too sensitive, and I had made a big deal out of nothing.
            My sensitivity makes me cry, apologize, and worry 24/7. I condemn myself constantly for my sensitivity, and I have always hated the fact that I malfunction in the face of any and every situation. Why can't I talk to people and solve problems without crying? Why do I feel the need to apologize for every one of my actions? Hannah Gadsby asked, “Why is insensitivity something to strive for?” (36:20) in her Netflix special Nanette because she, like many people, is often told not to be so sensitive. Every time I degrade myself for being sensitive, I should try to remember what the opposite of sensitivity is. Gadsby emphasizes the fact that sensitivity isn’t a weakness, it’s powerful and human. My powerful and human sensitivity got us free pizza that night, so sensitivity can’t be all that bad.
 P.S. My dad wanted to put the empty pizza boxes in our neighbor's yard, but I didn't think that would improve our relationship with them.



14 comments:

  1. Vivienne, I just want you to know, you are not the only person who does. I often end up crying in situations where I don't what other reaction I'm supposed to have. Especially tense situations where I feel embarrassed. It is okay to be sensitive. However, I think your neighbor is also kind of a jackass. He could've very easily done one of two things. One knock on the door, explain the situation, and ask you all to come clean your trash out of his yard. Or two, cleaned it up, then knock on the door, explain what happened and suggest trash bags. After all it's not like you all were purposely leaving your trash in his yard. You deserve to eat that pizza, and I think you should put the box in his recycling bin, on top, without a trash bag.

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    1. Haha. Well, that is definitely what my dad wanted to do!
      Thanks :)

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  2. Like Brittany said, you are not alone in your sensitivity! I also cry, very often and for reasons probably not meriting tears, but I have found something that I have used to comfort myself when I get upset at my own sensitivity. I have also told this to my brother, who is 17 and sensitive, too, and struggles with it even more because he is a boy and gender roles exist. Maybe you already know this, but on the off-chance you don't, I hope it can help you be more okay with your sensitivity in the future.
    Basically, it is just the idea that tears are not a sign of weakness, they are a biological, automatic trigger. The body, always trying to maintain homeostasis, will get an influx of one hormone (whether it causes sadness, anxiety, anger, etc) and a little alarm will go off that says "hey! definitely not balanced!". Your body has to find a way to get rid of the thing it has too much of (hormone), so it slaps some tears on the hormones and sends them on out of your eyes, unwillingly! This is why tears from different emotions will appear to have different chemical make-ups. All of this is to say that you are not crying because you are weak or "too sensitive", your body is just trying to maintain homeostasis. (also, this is why you should let yourself have a good cry, because you will usually feel a lot better after you do)

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    1. Wow, I did not know that fact! That's really interesting as well as comforting. Thanks for sharing!

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  3. Vivienne, I just have to say, like you said, never apologize from showing emotion or being sensitive, it is what makes us human and it is what makes you, you! I am also a sensitive person, I cry when I am mad, I cry when I am happy, I cry when I am sad, I cry when I am stressed, I cry a lot, but that's okay. It took me a while to understand that too because growing up I was always told to stop crying so much. I was told I was being over dramatic, and sure some times I was, but regardless that does NOT invalidate someone's feelings. Like Izzy said, cry it out! It is how the body regulates itself. You are such an amazing person and a phenomenal writer, I wish you the best with everything you do and stay extraordinary!

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    1. Yes! I was constantly told that I was dramatic for crying! I'm glad I'm not the only one! Thanks for your kind words :)

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  4. What a story! By the way, on Monday morning, after a windy night, I picked up my neighbors' recycling that blew all over the block. It took forever, but you know...what ya gonna do? It is wasn't their fault. As for your neighbor's advice to put it in bags--he is WRONG. The garbage companies specifically say NOT to do that. Wow...I am bringing a lot of "adult" vibes to this and stopping myself before giving more advice. ;)

    But your emotional reactions--all of them--strike me as so normal and natural, but also kind of unfortunate, esp. the parts where you feel *bad*. You are fine and your emotions are fine. But don't take my word for it: looks like your classmates are saying it all much better than I am!

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    1. Thanks! We decided against bags; we ended up buying a new recycling bin with a lid, and we made sure our neighbors knew that we got it!

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  5. I totally feel you when it comes to anxiety controlling my life in the dumbest ways. Like I really don't have to cry over having to go to the grocery store these days, but I do. :'( But knowing I'm not alone does make me feel a little better.

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    1. Yes, I get so frustrated with my constant tears. I'm glad you feel better about your own sensitivity/anxiety!

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  6. Oof, I'm already not good with talking to neighbors, but this story stressed me out! Honestly, if your dad had thrown the pizza boxes onto your neighbor's lawn, that would have been epic, but I also realize that having neighbors like that is a constant; you can't get rid of them by annoying them. If they do that again, though, I think revenge--er, retribution is completely appropriate.

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  7. Vivienne, I'm sorry that your neighbor was so rude about something the wind did. I agree with everyone else on this post that it was completely okay that you got upset. TRUST me, I'm a Cancer, and all I do is cry in uncomfortable, confrontational situations. It sucks that we always feel the need to apologize for something that's not our fault over and over again. Like you said, it was impossible not to, given the way he dealt with things and made you feel bad for what happened. Moral of my comment (lol) is don't lose your sensitivity; it is what makes you, you!

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