I was pleased to be rid of my rather aggressive feelings as I cycled away from Windermere and that particular lunch break. I have noticed in the past that once such feelings take over, they tend to preclude any more creative musings, it is almost like I am being possessed by anger and I can’t shake it off or for that matter think very rationally. I just kind of fume quietly inside and go aggressively silent on those who have offended me. Now, as noted earlier, sometimes anger can have a creative side to it but in this case, as it was based in part on a misunderstanding, I don’t think the energy released would have done much good at all. However, thanks to Julia insightfulness and tactful intervention I was no longer obsessed by resentful feelings and I was able to enjoy the picturesque ride along lake Windermere to Ambleside. I was also able to appreciate Henry’s abortive attempt to come and find me. That was an act of kindness on his part.
Thus, freed from an Elfred angry sulk, my mind wandered back to the Joseph story and in particular the part where he was reunited with his brothers. There must have been a lot of anger floating around at that time which needed to be resolved somehow or other. As it turned out his dreams of his brothers bowing down to him came true, but what a price he paid for that actualisation. I managed, with Julia’s help, to reconcile myself quite quickly to the group I felt had dumped me, largely because, compared with what Joseph had put up with, it was a minor incident hardly worth worrying about. Joseph had a great deal of stuff to work through before he could become reconciled to his brothers and if you read the story, even a cursory glance shows how he played fast and loose with them before he finally settled his emotions and could gain a good relationship with those who had treated him so shabbily.
I have found that stories, such as this one, are very helpful in illuminating my own attempt to understand the narrative on my life. In a strange way the story of Joseph and his brothers helped me by offering an alternative way of being family than had been my actual experience. Many of my problems and struggles with relationship of all kinds in later life have stemmed not from the fact that I had troublesome brothers, or for that matter sisters, to deal with, but quite the opposite. I came to see that problems arose because I didn’t have siblings to bash up against. I suffered therefore from what I jokingly call (many a true word said in jest) “only child syndrome” and it was this that occupied my thoughts as I cycled along the banks of beautiful lake Windermere in the pleasant summer sunshine.
It struck me that there are two main advantages to having siblings – firstly, that of being forced to fight for your place in the family hierarchy, which involves confronting your own narcissism and having to take into account others who are not necessarily either much older or much younger than yourself. Fighting and negotiating are a vital part of being a sibling. Depending on the number and gender of one’s siblings all kinds of complex relationships arise and have to be dealt with. This may feel like a pain in the arse at the time but it seems to me that it is quite helpful in preparing you for the rough and tumble of life beyond the family, or at least that is what people, like Julia, who have been through this experience often tell me. The second advantage, it seemed to me, is that you have comrades to join you in the struggle against parental domination. “There’s strength in the power of the union”, so to speak. Now of course this second advantage is only possible once the former problems of narcissism and hierarchy have been successfully negotiated and the chances are that this will all happen at a fairly unconscious level and only become conscious a bit later on in one’s psychological development. The only child is denied all the advantages of this type of family set up. He or she does not have to fight others for a place in the family, it is prescribed. He or she does not have to struggle with the fact that they are the favourite child or its opposite, they have favourite child forced upon them for all the parents’ eggs are in one basket and, what is worse, they have no allies with which to fight and outwit the omnipresent and apparently omnipotent adults.
A horrible thought came to my mind amid the beauty of lake Windermere, “Oh, God, was I, am I an odious creature, rather like Dudley Dursley in the Harry Potter stories? No, I think I have in fact got a bit beyond that kind of hideousness. No comments please!!