Magical thinking.
When I was a little girl, I wanted a
miniature French doll in a catalogue. This doll right here.
What wasn’t to love? The
pink dress? The ENORMOUS matching pink bow in her hair? The pretty Bisque
porcelain face?
So, yes, after a lot of pleading, a
family member ordered the doll for me. After a few weeks, the much-anticipated
package arrived in the mailbox. I ripped that sucker open, expecting to see my
beautiful pink French doll. And I was startled/disappointed by its reality.
It was technically the
miniature French porcelain, in the pink dress, with the gigantic pink hair bow.
But the face…
As you can see by the photo, her
little French punim was a bit askew. A few years later, when I first saw
Pablo Picasso’s “Guernica,” I noted the resemblance. There definitely was a
distorted face thing going on here. No ear in the middle of her face, but, as I
compared the doll with the catalogue image, there was a discrepancy.
It was then and there my family
member taught eight-year-old me a life principle, “Things don’t look like they do
in catalogues.”
It was also here where I learned
these same family members could not believe the very advice they gave out.
Because… magical thinking.
This is Appealing:
Let’s begin with coveting, shall
we?
We covet what we see. It looks
desirable. We see something and decide we want it. The French doll was
aesthetically appealing to me. Her face was beautiful; she was small. As a
little girl, I wanted her.
The magical thinking concept, on a
broader level, seems to equate aesthetics with solution. I found it noteworthy
that my family member who ordered the doll for me, who uttered the statement, “Things
don’t look like they do in catalogues,” still,
however, bought into abusive and addictive dynamics. Rationalizing through
mindsets of “It’s not so bad” “I can handle it” and “I want this more than I’ve
wanted anything ever before” came into play.
Magical thinking.
Myopic tunnel vision, to the
exclusion of everything else, was all numerous family members could engage in.
They wanted the appealing thing to be the appealing thing, to stay the
appealing thing.
And don’t we all want that?
It’s So Good; It MUST
Be True:
After we’ve designated the chosen
object of our coveting, next there is the determination that it’s so good, that
it has such promise, that it, surely, must be true.
With the French doll, I believed
the catalogue image; I had faith in it. I believed that’s what I’d be
getting. I didn’t take into consideration that the dolls’ faces, one by one,
would be hand painted. There would be some variation, which, for me, included
the “Guernica” face on my doll. I expected the doll to be perfectly symmetrical
and pretty. Exactly like the catalogue image.
Likewise, my family members counted
on the premise of the “good on paper” focus of their attention. They focused on
a happy marriage, a perfect child, certain realized dreams, like they were
ordering them from a catalogue. There was so much hope pinned to the
thing being the answer, there was no room for any other more complicated
thought.
There was no room for imperfect
life. No room for fallible human beings. No room for the reality of deception.
When it comes to magical thinking,
it’s quite easy to be lulled into this assertion, isn’t it? We trust that we
are getting what we’ve set our eyes on. No matter how jaded, intelligent or
experienced we claim to be, still, there is that naïve wish, that childlike
wish, perhaps, we all seem to carry.
This Will Make My Life
Perfect:
Likewise, we can also trust in the
illusion of perfection.
Ah, yes, the belief that this
object of our affection will perfect our lives and remove all pain.
As a little girl, feeling lonely
and overwhelmed by abusive family dynamics, looking at that catalogue page,
with the French doll featured so beautifully on it, gave me something to
hope for. Something to look forward to. If I had her in my life, maybe
I could stop being lonely. I’d just play with her. Maybe, she could make up for
the scariness I was confused by.
Yet, when she arrived, I was still
lonely and scared. And it wasn’t because she didn’t look like how the catalogue
photographed her. She could have been an exact replica of the image, perfect
and beautifully crafted in every way. When I played with her, she couldn’t
erase my reality.
She was just a doll.
My family members couldn’t seem to
grasp that concept on a broader level.
Again, things like marriage,
children and financial security, in their three- dimensional reality, just did
not look like they did “in the catalogue.” That magical thinking
overpromised… and underdelivered.
The Promise Versus the
Delivery:
Each of us are vulnerable to that
magical thinking reality. It can be subtle; it’s not always about believing
some obvious fairytale. It’s the little mistaken thoughts and beliefs that can
often wreak havoc. Each day can be another opportunity to believe “something”
will come through for us. What is it today? A relationship? A shot at status or
power? A purchase or a material possession? What looks great “in the
catalogue?”
How devastated will we be when
reality does not deliver its perfect, soothing solution, as promised?
That’s what it’s all about.
Life dictates we adjust to the
imperfect, to the flawed human condition. That means there is no pristine
catalogue image solving our lives. That means we’ll get the much-coveted thing
with the Guernica face.
That means that we need to face
ourselves and our issues, regardless of any catalogue, regardless of what
things look like. Accepting “what is” more than “what we wish it was” can give
us a better shot at experiencing what we want in life.
Copyright © 2020 by
Sheryle Cruse
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