anitasweetie said:
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Sorry Alkhemst, for some reason I am struggling with the "definition" of payoff, as it would pertain to the work on ourselves. Is it there because of conditioning, and without realizing that we are really trying to control everything, to have something for self? I have seen it in myself lately, didn't know what to call it.
I had some self reflection time on this one and wrote an bit of an analogy / story to explain what I meant by payoff and a few other things:
Say for example I feel that there's no possible way that anyone's ever going to love me for who I am, just as I am. That's not something I'd want on the top of my mind all the time, so I'd probably have that one buried fairly deep. A good analogy is, I'd have it covered up by layers of dirt, so I can't see it and it's easy to deny, and that also means I can get by largely unaware of it and that's probably the point.
Let's say, today I feel a bit down and I don't even know why, something in me makes me want to be reassured, of what I don't even think too much about, but I'm driven by it and yet I don't even figure that I am. So I walk into a bar full of people and I don't know these people but they are potential targets to fill my need to be reassured. But I can't acknowledge that need, because that would take away my self belief in my own likability, a belief that's in stark contrast to how I really feel about myself. Yet it's there because it gives me a false sense of confidence that others have in the past responded to, so it's serving a purpose.
So, I walk in with this false confidence, and because I believe in it, I'm sure these guys are going to like me, because one of my layers of dirt is that I'm smart, I'm intellectual, you know, I've read a bunch of things and heard a bunch of things and that's got to be impressive. So that's my identification, and my payoff is the feeling of confidence, and that makes me feel good, but more importantly it helps me keep my grief covered up nice and tight, it helps me ignore how I really feel, it helps me to not be myself. And that's makes sense, as why would I want to be myself if I feel deep down that myself is not worth loving?
The thing is, these guys in the bar aren't impressed. They've seen my type come by before and they know my game. Some of them let me know what they see, and that's no good on my end, I feel as if I'm being attacked, my identification's not working here, I'm beginning to see myself in the mirror, and I don't like how I look. I've either got to be completely honest with myself or start to employ another tactic in my quiver and that's what I do, because that's the easy option and it's worked before, so in the back of my mind I'm thinking it's going to have to work again. This option is another identification, I identify with the victim, the guy who is innocent but is always being attacked, the guy that's hardly done by in life, who is misunderstood but is a really well meaning guy, if you got to know him. So that's my stance and I'm hardly aware that I have it, because I'm just focussed on getting my pay off, that I feel I'm OK and I don't have to see what's under the dirt - one layer has been striped and I'd be damned if I'm going to have to strip another one again! Because again, it's worked in the past, it's given me attention, sympathy and reassurance, and that's exactly what I'm here to get.
So this time a few in the bar respond, they can see something's got through, I'm crying, I'm cowering, I'm saying I'm sorry and a few are patting me on the back. But after a while, this routine's being stretched out a bit too long and a few of them smell a rat. I'm not being loud and carrying on too much, so they kind of tolerate me and just let me be in the corner of the room with a few other sympathizers. So I'm not really breaking any of the bar rules anymore, like - I'm not forcing my false self assuredness on to anyone and I've learnt a few things along the way, so there's no reason not to just let me be. Occasionally too, I'm helping to clean up but the neediness sometimes overwhelms the assistance I'm trying to give, so often it's just a "thanks, but no thanks" for which I then I take my usual seat in the corner.
But over time the dirt is being lifted and the real stuff underneath is finally coming to the surface, which of course was the whole point to begin with!