Yesterday, my seven year old and I were playing the game Connect Four. If you have never played the game before, it’s basically a childhood game that teaches children about the very basic concepts of creating and building strategy. When we play games I never let him win. Sometimes I give him clues, but I never let him win. I don’t feel like I’m helping him if I let him win. When we were playing, he said to me that he never wins at anything and that he was stupid. I thought, “My God! Where did he learn that?” I have never told him he was stupid and he doesn’t always lose. I thought about it and decided that those messages must be taught through the ridiculous standards society places on us and how we take pride in this country at raising people to the top, to just take pleasure in watching them fall. I thought about this all night. Never once did I put the blame on myself.
Later that night after my son went to bed, I was going through my nightly ritual of looking for a job in the hopes of taking my career in a different direction. I found a great job that I was not only qualified for, but would be absolutely fabulous at. I didn’t think twice about applying. I wrote a well worded cover letter, attached the resume, and pressed send. Then it hit me. The minute, no the second that resume went into cyberspace my biggest critic attacked me from the inside. It said, “You know you won’t get this. Someone is better. Someone has more experience. They won’t even acknowledge they received this. You are stuck where you are. Get use to it. You will always be less than.”
It took less than a minute for the bully inside me to tell me I’m less than and then I realized something. My child didn’t learn about self doubt from society. He learned it from his mother. My heart sank. Since I could remember I have had a voice inside of me telling me that I wasn’t enough and you know what…we all have and only a few of us have learned to tame it.
I’ve been teaching in the pageantry activity for a long time (a very long time) and the only thing I’m certain about, is that with every new batch of kids, comes a new set of bullies. They are bullies that live inside the kids we teach that tell them they are less than. They tell them they can’t throw that quad or that they will never be a soloist. Their bully tells them that they will never get acknowledged by the staff. Their bullies tell them they suck and with that, they drop the rifle, lose the solo, and never get acknowledged by the staff. Their bully wants them to quit. The bully inside of them takes pride in every failure and missed opportunity. They say, “Quit. Come on. It’s too hard. You will never make it. You should have never been here to begin with. Remember that day you tried out for cheerleader and didn’t make it? Well, you made this, which clearly means you will eventually fail.”
The inner bully.
The inner bully looks back at you in the mirror as a young girl of ten and says that you are fat. At the age of 44, your inner bully is still looking back at you in the mirror telling you that you’re fat. Now it also tells you that you’re old. It tells you that you are failing as a mother and professional. The bully ages as you age and its job is to look for new ways to bring you down.
This year in Dayton someone came up to me in the bar on Friday night and said that they had always wanted to meet me. No shit! Someone actually said that to me. My response? “Ummmm…ok. You want to meet…me??” That’s what I said.
“Me? You want to meet me??”
The bully inside was laughing at me, wanting to take my moment and it won. I have found that colorguard people are some of the most fascinating, talented, creative, and intelligent people I know, yet they have bullies living inside of them the size of Hercules. Why wouldn’t they? As artists we put our thoughts and creativity on display year in and year out for all to judge…and judge we do. We judge with scores, our catty remarks, our body language, and our thoughts. We all do it. Pageantry people aren’t always nice and are judgmental. It’s not a bad thing or a good thing. It’s reality. It’s called competition. It’s called human nature. It’s our American culture.
We also have a way of using mediums such as Facebook to highlight our successes…and highlight we do.
Holy crap! If I see one more Facebook post about how such and such just had 5,000 kids show up to auditions I’ll slit my wrists or how the “I’m the most fabulous designer, tech, and choreographer, plus I just got my pilots license and flew my entire guard to Dayton myself” just medaled for the 15th time in 3 years… I’ll throw myself off a bridge. There is no shortage of people throwing themselves into social media for all of us to look at and be jealous of and with their success, we see our failure, regardless of our own success. It’s the vicious cycle I call, “Less Than.”
In pageantry we live week in and week out experiencing new ways to feel bad about ourselves. We beat ourselves up with phrases that go something like this. “My scores are too low.” “My kids aren’t talented enough.” “My program doesn’t bring in enough money.” “I’m a bad designer.” “I’m a bad tech.” “I’m burned out. I’m over it.” Personally, I start every season with the feeling of, “Dear God. Just let the kids come back next week.” Once again the bully telling me that I or my program isn’t worthy.
I also feel old, fat, incompetent in an ever changing activity, and unsure of myself as a judge and if we are all honest with ourselves, at some level my feeling is mutual to an entire activity. My bully tells me that I’m not perfect and there is always someone better and she reminds me of that every…single…day. I’m comfortable in using the term bully, because in my career I’m a bullying expert and the definition goes as follows:
“Bullying is an ongoing, consistent level of abuse that zero’s in on its victim and uses mental torture to gain a reaction from the victim.”
It’s an ongoing, consistent level of abuse. Abuse. Inside of us lives an abusive asshole, trying to tell us as guard instructors we aren’t good enough and you know what? It also wants us to bring friends to the party. It wants us to tell the kids we teach that they aren’t good enough either. Bullies thrive by the nature of the attention we give it. They want their victim to quit and cry. They DO NOT want the victim to fight back.
Inside of all us lives a bully. Inside the kids we teach lives a bully. The young girls are being told that they look fat in their uniform and the young boys are being told they are too gay. Our kids stand on the field rehearsal after rehearsal and show after show, beating themselves up for every mistake and every missed cue. They look at themselves in the mirror before a show and wonder if they are pretty. They hope that someone will notice them as they perform and they pray that their parents will see their accomplishments. Their bully tells them that they are less than. Their bully will tell them that it is them and them alone that causes a score to be lower than it should.
It is up to us to tell them their bully is an asshole!
One day, a long time ago on a hot day in Hershey, Pennsylvania, I was kicked off the field during a drum corps rehearsal for talking back to the staff. I was told that I was rushing the tempo while we ran a 32 count phrase over and over. I will never forget this. I asked where in the phrase I was rushing. I was told that I was rushing the entire phrase. Over and over we ran that phrase. Over and over I got yelled at. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Shelba! You are rushing!”
I responded in the only way I knew how in my adolescent, frustrated mind.
“Well I must be a f****** idiot then! I don’t understand!!”
“Shelba! Get off the field!”
Sauntering off the field, pouting all the way to the sideline as I threw my flag to the ground, I held back every tear that was building up inside of me. My mind was screaming that I sucked and didn’t deserve to be in a top 10 drum corps. I deserved to get kicked off the field, but not because I talked back. It was because my bully told me that I would never make it as a world class performer. I never should have responded in the way that I did. My response however, came not from me, but from my bully. My bully wanted me to believe that I was in fact a f***** idiot. It wanted me to believe that I sucked and the more it took control of my mind, the more I truly did suck. My inner bully made me rush and the more we ran the phrase, the more I screwed it up. That day in Hershey was a victory for my bully and although it doesn’t have the power it use to, sometimes I see it rear its ugly head.
It reared its head in Dayton when it made me believe I wasn’t worthy of someone wanting to meet me. ME! They wanted to meet me and I couldn’t for the life of me understand why. It rears its head in the morning when I look at myself naked in a mirror and realize that I’m no longer 24, but 44. It rears its head at work when I get congratulated on a project and then dismiss the compliment by saying, “It was nothing.” It rears its head when someone asks me for advice. “Me? You want my advice?”
The point to it all.
We have one chance with the kids we teach. It’s April and marching band and drum corps is starting its cycle of training and design. Recognize the bully inside your kids. Acknowledge it. Push your kids to be better than their bully believed they could ever be. Tell your kids that they are worth every catch, every performance, and every moment that the activity has to give. Remember this. Their bully is strong and is as strong as yours ever was. It’s working against you as an instructor. It’s tearing the kids down from the inside and its goal is to win. Remember that before you scream at the kid for dropping, their bully already has. It told them that they suck and will never live up to your standards. Push your kids, but push their bully out of your rehearsal for good and while your at it…kick your own bully to the road as well.
I decided to write this today, because I was asked in a meeting if I would be interested in being an adjunct professor for a local community college. My bully said, “They must have not been able to find anyone else.” As I told the person that I was very much interested and even as we were setting up our first meeting, my mind told me that this wouldn’t happen. Writing this today puts me on the line. Putting myself “out there” is hard, because it means that criticism is on the horizon. It means that failure could be just around the corner. However, it could also mean that I might inspire someone. It might mean that someone will read this and see themselves in this post and see how they beat themselves up for being “just not good enough,’ but the irony to it all is that you are good enough. We all are. Look at this fabulous activity we created!
If nothing else, writing this today tells my bully to go to hell and it tells the kids that I teach that they too, can put themselves on the line and survive and be better for it. As I write this, I have playing loudly in the Ipod, “Perfect,” by Pink and this is my favorite part:
And as I write this…I sit here drinking a cocktail. In a bar. By myself. Because I’m just that confident!
(Oh…it’s a gay bar, because…I’m really not that confident, but I’m certain my straight friends think the opposite.)
Aren’t our perspectives in life just interesting??
The idea for this post came from a great person and inspiration Dr. Kathleen Griffin, who lives her helping people fight their inner bullies and for who the bully idea came from.