I like to practice loving kindness. But it sometimes conflicts with my need to be apart and not get involved. If I can do something without being noticed I will. I used to find it difficult to accept thanks or gratitude, so had to do it this way so that there was less chance of being confronted with it. I later realised I was avoiding something that not only gives the other person the opportunity to express their feelings, but is nice.
It all came out of feeling a need to be unconditional. Even the thought of receiving thanks or thinking I might, somehow had a certain condition to it. I once had a conversation with somebody who happened to be Christian, and he said that he did things for others in order to get something back. This didn't sound right to me.
I gave my ex a bottle of Port for her birthday one year, and because I knew she would only have a small glass every so often, after she’d gone through about a third of the bottle, when she wasn't around, I began topping it up with a small amount from the three other bottles I’d secretly stashed under the stairs, with the intention of creating an everlasting bottle for her, and wondering if she would ever notice. Every time she had some, over the next three months, I would put the same amount back in. I managed to fit those three bottles into her original one.
Then one day I asked if she was enjoying her port, saying she seemed to be making it last a long time. I was actually wondering if she had noticed what was happening but wasn't saying anything so that I would just continue doing it and she would always have Port! But when I told her what I'd been doing, that was the real gift, to see her face when she knew what I’d done. She really had no idea. She couldn't understand why she hadn't noticed. I think she just really savoured it. She never bought any for herself. She was a simple girl who lived in the present. I had a feeling she wouldn't notice. I'm glad I was right. I love being creative like that.
It all came out of feeling a need to be unconditional. Even the thought of receiving thanks or thinking I might, somehow had a certain condition to it. I once had a conversation with somebody who happened to be Christian, and he said that he did things for others in order to get something back. This didn't sound right to me.
I gave my ex a bottle of Port for her birthday one year, and because I knew she would only have a small glass every so often, after she’d gone through about a third of the bottle, when she wasn't around, I began topping it up with a small amount from the three other bottles I’d secretly stashed under the stairs, with the intention of creating an everlasting bottle for her, and wondering if she would ever notice. Every time she had some, over the next three months, I would put the same amount back in. I managed to fit those three bottles into her original one.
Then one day I asked if she was enjoying her port, saying she seemed to be making it last a long time. I was actually wondering if she had noticed what was happening but wasn't saying anything so that I would just continue doing it and she would always have Port! But when I told her what I'd been doing, that was the real gift, to see her face when she knew what I’d done. She really had no idea. She couldn't understand why she hadn't noticed. I think she just really savoured it. She never bought any for herself. She was a simple girl who lived in the present. I had a feeling she wouldn't notice. I'm glad I was right. I love being creative like that.