Who would throw the first punch, my adult friend or the taller teenager? By the way, this story takes place in San Diego many ago before I became a hypnotherapist and NLP practitioner in San Francisco.
At the time, one of my friends had a quick temper. And we were just four friends, in our 20s, 30s, 40s, hanging out on the beach. I don’t recall details, but I think we were waiting for our table at the nearby bar and grill. And since the wait was long, we just waited at the beach.
Then a large group of male and female teenagers walk by.
And suddenly, my friend is about to get into a fight with a male teenager. I think the teenager had done something that made my friend angry.
Now they’re facing off, ready to fight. My brain quickly calculates our odds.
Our team: four male adults who “punch” a timeclock, not punch people.
Their team: a few females, and more than four males. Assuming just the males fight, they outnumber us, are quicker, stronger, and will likely win.
As the tension mounts between my friend the and teenager, a fear comes up. No matter who wins, people on both sides could get badly hurt. And I didn’t want to see anyone get hurt.
During a short teenager period, I was a rage-a-holic. If my old self was here, on the beach right now, he’d be the first to say let’s fight.
But as a peaceful adult, right now I just wanted the teenagers and my friends to be safe.
Then fear #2 pops up. Was there still a bit of rage inside me? And if we did battle, would the rage consume me and cause me to hurt these people?
I knew only one option. So, I stepped in, calmed them both down, and the teenagers left.
Now, my friend angrily accused me of being a chicken, not wanting to get hurt.
Today, all these years later, if you ask him why William didn’t allow the fight to start, I bet he’d say, “William was a chicken.”
And in a way, my friend was right. I was a chicken. But scared of seeing people get hurt, being in pain. And most of all, I was scared of being the one inflicting the pain.
Now a question for you. The surface level story is pretty clear. But if you were to guess how someone’s subconscious (or even your subconscious) could interpret this story, what might it get from the story? I’m curious to hear your thoughts.
Oh, and rather than try to analyze the story with your conscious mind, just read the story a couple of times. Then as you go on about your day, let your subconscious hand you an opinion when you least expect it. Less effort means a better outcome when it comes to the subconscious giving you information.