FIXATE
fix·ate ˈfikˌsāt/
verb
1) cause (someone) to acquire an obsessive attachment to someone or something.
“she has for some time been fixated on photography”
synonyms: obsessed with, preoccupied with, obsessive about.
acquire an obsessive attachment to.
“it is important not to fixate on animosity”
2) technical, direct one’s eyes toward.
“subjects fixated on a central point”
When riding our motorcycle, it is very important that Raphael look up the road, just ahead of us. One reason seems obvious, so that he can gauge the road, it’s bumps, cracks and any debris; to see the banking of a curve, in order to slow down – in other words, he looks ahead to keep us safe.
What he absolutely cannot do is fixate on one particular object, you know why?
Because wherever you look – is where you will go.
Fixation can send you into the bushes on its best day, and off a cliff on its worst.
I’ve seen many a biker go down on the side of a road because he fixated on a blinking sign, a parked CHP car, or a dog running on the median.
It’s inevitable.
It’s law.
Ask yourself right now, Where or what am I fixated on? Are you headed for a fall?
An acquaintance of mine is in the middle of a remodel.
All she can focus on are the things that haven’t been done, or the tiny things that need to be fixed. She cannot, for the life of her, see all the beautiful tile and finishes of her amazing masterpiece.
Driving over in the car she was fixating on all the sucky things she’d find.
It was all she could talk about. She was in full obsession mode.
So what were her eyes only capable of seeing? The fuck ups.
She was so off in the bushes, it was impossible for her to get any enjoyment from the beautiful fireplace that had just been installed. The stone work was gorgeous, the mantle, incredible. Instead, she was stuck in the foyer, freaking out over a scratch in the drywall.
It’s all she could see.
Crying and yelling and blaming – oh my.
She’s likely to go off the cliff soon.
Several of my friends are already knotting up their stomachs in anticipation of the Holidays. They’re fixated on the shenanigans they’ve come to expect throughout the years. They’re preoccupied with the dysfunction of every jolly participant.
You know where they’re going to end up?
Off road, in the dirt, sadly stuck on the road of dysfunctional shenanigans.
Where you’re fixated is where you will go.
What you’re obsessed with is what you’ll see.
Every time.
Swear to God.
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.
Be careful. Mindfully fixate on good things for a change.
This is also the cousin of: Would you rather be right? Or happy?
Ouch.
This has been a Public Service Announcement – from me.
Xox
