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Sense of Entitlement

Conwy Mountain August 2024 photographed by myself

I’m reading article after article about beaches and roads in my area being rammed full of people and cars to the point where things are gridlocked – both on the roads and on the beaches with no-one wanting to give up their space and their “right to be there”.

The day the above photo was taken we came back to the tiny car park where we’d part to find a fleet of about 10 cars had arrived and were trying to get into the space which was already at capacity. They were blocking people in and blocking the road. When it was suggested they go to the car park down the road which was bigger and may have spaces I was told by one lady she “wouldn’t walk anywhere.” Yes it did turn out that they were scattering an aunt’s ashes but it was a hot Sunday afternoon and other people were wanting to be out. But they wanted to do it then and so they felt they should be able to do it then. The same as with all these people who go to the beaches – they want to do it that day because it is nice and so they should be entitle to go where they want.

My daughter works in hospitality and she says, along with many others that I know in the hospitality industry, that people are getting ruder. They come in at busy times and demand a table and get angry if there isn’t one available, or if they are told the establishment is closing in half an hour. They want to eat in this place now and so feel entitle to do it as and when they want. She also says there are less people who say please and thank you, more small children allow to run about in busy restaurant with no heed for the safety of the child or the staff.

I remember many years ago someone allowing their child to run around the cinema during the film shouting. When I spoke to the parent I was told that if that was what he wanted to do he should be allowed to do it. I am told this sort of things has increased since lockdown, that sense that if they want to do that they should be able to no matter how it effects others.

As always I want to know where this sense of entitlement comes from. I’m told it has increased since we had those 18-24 months of lockdowns where we were restricted in what we did. But why?

Did Covid give us a fear of death? A fear of our own mortality? But then why should that make so many more behave individualistically and feel like they should be able to do what they want when they want? Wouldn’t/shouldn’t fear of death, of our own mortality, make us want to care for our fellow humans more, care for our planet more, just care more? But this doesn’t seem to be the case with a lot of people.

From reading various books about trauma and the research around it I think I might understand why a wee bit why people are reacting as they are. When one is scared one’s polyvagal nerve is out of sync and one’s autonomic nervous system is on high “meerkat”

[I’ve been using the concept of meerkat for being on high alter since I heard a talk by Jane Evans about 15+ years ago where she talked of the brain being like three animals – the meerkat which is primordial part of our brains which reacts to things and is on high alert and sends the adrenaline coursing through our bodies and would at one time have stopped us being eaten by a tiger, the elephant part which remembers everything even if it can’t remember why it should remember that – for instance as a baby a door slamming meant parent was in a bad mood so the quieter baby was the more chance of not being shouted at, who then as an adult goes quiet whenever any noise like a door banging happens because of that unconsciously remembered trauma, and then there is the monkey that is our conscious acting out life part which lives in the present but takes all its cues from the meerkat and elephant (be careful because some books call the meerkat the Chimp so that can be confusing!!)]

So I think that the reason so many people are feeling like they should be allow a table at a restaurant or pub whenever or to be able to go to the beach or for the whole family to turn up in different cars to scatter aunty’s ashes without cause of how busy things were or whatever when they want to is because they are living within that fear that covid and lockdown imposed on us. I am suspecting that lockdown triggered something else, some childhood trauma, some embedded generational trauma, and they are reacting, because reacting is what we do when our meerkat is running the show. Unless we know how to give those things to some higher power, to God, to The Universe, and bring our autonomic nervous system back into alignment and release the fears and trauma, then we will think and truly feel like we are entitle to things – whatever our “thing” is.

But – now here’s the scary part – unless one is aware of this, aware that one is reacting not acting, then there is no way of being able to unplug, to stop feeling like one ought to be allow on this beach, to have this table in this restaurant, to do as one wants when one wants. One probably doesn’t even know one is living with a sense of entitlement.

So whether it is the riots we’ve been experiencing, the queues to instagramable beaches, the bad mouthing when a meal out isn’t as we’d have wanted, the grumbling about our health and care services, our education system, etc nothing will change until people become more aware that they are reacting not acting.

Conwy Mountain August 2024 photographed by myself

Going back to the incident on Sunday I noticed, because I have been doing work on myself with QEC, that yes I did ask for the cars to be moved because we wanted to get out, and did say that I felt they were being unfair on other people, but I noticed I did not lose my temper [even when the man in the car next to us swore at us for not moving as quickly as he would have liked] and I didn’t have that horrid feeling in my stomach for ages after. It happened. I said what I needed to say and then I let it go. I acted but did not react.

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Where is your hope?

My hope comes from the hills – Psalm 121 (image taken by myself at Gwytherin April 2019)

I’ve been thinking a lot about hope and what it means, especially after sending a text to a friend talking of hope.

She had said that two unexpected things had happened – one that their neighbour had, out of the blue, decided to cut back his trees which would mean they could regain their lovely view, and then that someone had managed, what had seemed the impossible, and had found somewhere to rent. I had responded with Psalm 121 and that the trees being cut back were so that they could see their hope again. She messaged back to say she had shared this with someone else who had responded back to her that they has lost all hope because of not receiving an answer to prayer. I’ve also heard from an older person I know how she has lost hope and wants to die because of all this lockdown stuff. So what is that hope that the Bible talks about?

When my father-in-law died my husband read Habakkuk 3:17-18 at his funeral. His death had come during a long period that my husband and I had endure of unanswered prayer and of searching for God in the midst of it.

Though the fig tree does not bud

    and there are no grapes on the vines,

though the olive crop fails

    and the fields produce no food,

though there are no sheep in the pen

    and no cattle in the stalls,

18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord,

    I will be joyful in God my Savior.

It made me wonder how often we are taught in churches, or take on board ourselves, that belief that God answers prayer the way we want it. And that we hitch our hope to getting what we want. We are taught, and teach ourselves, that God is the truly loving father, full of unconditional love. Does unconditional mean that we always get what we want or even need? Is this why we lose faith when things don’t happen as we would like?

One of the big moans of the older generation towards “children of today” is that they are unruly and rude and have no respect for their elders. Some of that reason is that they get everything they want – the best trainers, phones, trips to exciting places on holidays etc. And because of that many of them come with a sense of entitlement – which I think is a lot of what we are seeing with all generations during this season, with not being able to do as they want when they want. We think we’re entitle to things, but are we?

Can we really be joyful in God if we don’t get what we want; our world is gripped by a pandemic, by weak leadership, by selfish world leaders in many fields, by global warming? Can we really rejoice when those we love don’t get healed, don’t get what they want, aren’t fulfilled? (and by rejoice I don’t mean Pollyanna attitude of pretending nothing is wrong, of smiling in adversity but I mean that deep rejoicing in God) How do we do that?

I think we can and I think we should and I think this is what is being asked of us during this period.

Sometimes we can’t see that hope, like my friend with the trees blocking her view of the hills, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Tom Sine talks in 2020 Foresight about how we need to be praying in Psalm 121 as we look towards the changes we need to make in our churches for the future. So let us lift our eyes and remember where our help and hope and support really does come from. As Oscar Wilde said “We’re all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars“. So let’s look up, remember, take hold and have hope even if nothing turns out as we would like it.

Psalm 121

A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night
.

7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
    he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.