Bible_Belt
Master Don Juan
My old truck overheated and died on me at a busy city intersection. I pushed it out of the turn lane so both lanes of traffic could get by, and popped the hood to work on it. There were holiday fireworks at the nearby city park and zoo, so state troopers were all over to direct traffic. One of them rolled up to me and got out. First he looked at me like I might be drunk, drugged, or some sort of dangerous character. I waved a big friendly wave like Gomer Pyle, and thanked him for stopping.
Then he just started screaming."I'm in charge of this intersection and you have to move this vehicle!"
"Yes, sir. Can you help me jump start it?"
"I don't have cables!"
"I do. Just pull up and I'll jump it."
After he popped his hood, he wouldn't let me touch his battery. "Give me those! I'll handle this."
Then he kept yelling at me about when to try to start the truck and when to wait. It still wouldn't start, so he yelled some more about how it had to be moved.
I said, "ok, I'll push it."
"I'm not helping you push this thing!"
"I can do it by myself."
"No you can't!"
"I just don't want to get hit by a car."
"No problem, I'll block traffic for you."
Then I pushed the truck about fifty yards across seven lanes of traffic while he did his cop car maneuvering to block traffic. I could tell he'd been trained about how to do that and seemed to enjoy it.
Then as soon as my truck was parked on a side street, he came over and talked to me for half an hour, finally acting like a human being for the first time. We joked around about all sorts of sh!t; he's actually a nice guy.
Sosuave talks about setting the frame with women. There are also frames to every other human interaction. Often they compete with each other.
Cop's Frame: You are a dastardly villain, and I am society's white knight, here to protect her from your evil ways!
My Frame: I'm a naive, innocent, non-threatening good ole boy goofball. Being mean to me is like kicking a puppy. You're just going to feel bad later.
Those are two very opposite frames, aren't they? That's not the type of conflict that gets solved instantly; it takes a few minutes. It would have been very easy for me to get mad and lose the frame contest. It wasn't my fault the truck broke down. I didn't deserve to get screamed at. But if I had gotten mad, then I'd have lost. And probably gone to jail; I'm as big of an assh0le as any cop when I get mad.
When you stick to the kill'em with kindness frame, another person's negativity slides right off of you. 'Water off a duck's back' is one analogy. To me it also seems like The Matrix where Neo finally learns to fight; he's invincible to attack with minimal effort on his own part. The other person will inevitably get tired of attacking when nothing lands.
A battle of frames is a contest in psychology; whoever has the stronger mind wins. That goes for cops, women, and anyone else who ever opposes you.
Then he just started screaming."I'm in charge of this intersection and you have to move this vehicle!"
"Yes, sir. Can you help me jump start it?"
"I don't have cables!"
"I do. Just pull up and I'll jump it."
After he popped his hood, he wouldn't let me touch his battery. "Give me those! I'll handle this."
Then he kept yelling at me about when to try to start the truck and when to wait. It still wouldn't start, so he yelled some more about how it had to be moved.
I said, "ok, I'll push it."
"I'm not helping you push this thing!"
"I can do it by myself."
"No you can't!"
"I just don't want to get hit by a car."
"No problem, I'll block traffic for you."
Then I pushed the truck about fifty yards across seven lanes of traffic while he did his cop car maneuvering to block traffic. I could tell he'd been trained about how to do that and seemed to enjoy it.
Then as soon as my truck was parked on a side street, he came over and talked to me for half an hour, finally acting like a human being for the first time. We joked around about all sorts of sh!t; he's actually a nice guy.
Sosuave talks about setting the frame with women. There are also frames to every other human interaction. Often they compete with each other.
Cop's Frame: You are a dastardly villain, and I am society's white knight, here to protect her from your evil ways!
My Frame: I'm a naive, innocent, non-threatening good ole boy goofball. Being mean to me is like kicking a puppy. You're just going to feel bad later.
Those are two very opposite frames, aren't they? That's not the type of conflict that gets solved instantly; it takes a few minutes. It would have been very easy for me to get mad and lose the frame contest. It wasn't my fault the truck broke down. I didn't deserve to get screamed at. But if I had gotten mad, then I'd have lost. And probably gone to jail; I'm as big of an assh0le as any cop when I get mad.
When you stick to the kill'em with kindness frame, another person's negativity slides right off of you. 'Water off a duck's back' is one analogy. To me it also seems like The Matrix where Neo finally learns to fight; he's invincible to attack with minimal effort on his own part. The other person will inevitably get tired of attacking when nothing lands.
A battle of frames is a contest in psychology; whoever has the stronger mind wins. That goes for cops, women, and anyone else who ever opposes you.