I wrote this article in direct response to your candid answers. Thank you.
In my last tirade I yelled at the namby-pamby Advice Flingers-Around who praise the purity of “finding your purpose.” I believe most of us will never find a single purpose. We have so many roles we play and we carry myriad stories of whom we should be or wish we were. I think that’s awesome— like, really awesome, not just pretty-good awesome.
Unfortunately, some stories haunt us. We repeat them over and over, our script memorized, our role pre-determined. Like robotic characters in a boring side-story, we deliver a perfectly predictable performance that once again, makes us feel like shit.
How do we release ourselves from the stories that dictate our feelings and behaviors? How do we unhang our expectations from our predictions and fears and even our hopes so we can breath a little more easily— right now— and maybe have a true-to-life new experience?
While we may not each find a single purpose, we do have a common mission, that is, if we want to be fully alive.
Our mission is to continuously rewrite the scripts from our past.
And we do this by learning the roles we play. Here are four true stories in which people took their roles seriously enough that change felt possible, and in some cases, was.
The Detonator.
A big man in terms of the psychic space he takes up, the Professor rules a small yet powerful fiefdom of his making. Research money pours into his clinic, and groundbreaking news pours out.
He’s a Good Prince too. He’s generous with his people. He’ll give you the world as long as you trust him unquestioningly.
And if you doubt him, he’s the Detonator. He creates more chaos than you can imagine. He can handle it better than you, or so it seems. The Professor Prince Detonator grew up being doubted and tested and set up for failure so he learned early on how to achieve big and deflect attention away from his tactics. Dig a little too deep and he’ll set you on fire, but you won’t see it coming. He knows your triggers better than you do, and before your doubt can seed, he plants the wires in your psyche and pushes the plunger, inciting a fury that makes anyone who questions him go crazy. You explode.
“I was ashamed to finally admit to my role as The Detonator. But also I realized that it’s worked for me, too. When people get too comfortable, they slip up. They quit thinking for themselves. People die if we’re not careful. I know how to heat things up when it’s really important.
“I realize I’ve detonated important relationships. I don’t want to do that any more. I’m not so much The Detonator now, but I still know when to light a fire when I have too.”
The Know-It-All.
I had been pruning the plum trees and my neighbor’s angry comment, “You like to hack, don’t you?” triggered me into my role as Know-It-All. He’d badger me about each limb I cut with the desperation of someone who’d lost a baby in a mob. I would deliver a scientific explanation of “heading back cuts” versus “thinning out cuts” and the purpose of each in relationship to my shaping goals with the plum trees. I was doing it in defense. I felt attacked, but my apparent cockiness only amped up his rage which made me hate life.
The Badger and the Know-It-All played every time I walked into the garden with clippers. When I took my script to a friend and had him play my part, he gave me a new line.
“I’m sorry. I did my best.”
I would have never thought of that! I ended up moving before I could try out my new script, but hearing those words gave me a new story to tell and a new role to play. Maybe that’s all I needed.
The Victim and the Offender.
We all play many roles in a lifetime, and we’ve each played Victim and Offender many many times. They’re archetypes. We are trained by our history and culture how to play out the story of Victim and Offender. Oh, forgiveness and repentance and healing and “having a sense of humor” are supposed to factor in, but how can those ideals withstand the barrage of stories in which good and evil and revenge and suffering and heroism win the day, every day, for millennia.
The roles of Victim and Offender imprison us, and so as a society, as individuals, I feel it’s imperative we learn to reframe them, that is, if we want our liberty.
Impossible it must be to make a fresh story of murder and justice, and yet, as impossible as it seems, the families of Conor McBride and Ann Margaret Grosmaire found a way.
Conor and Ann Margeret were in love at 19 and planned to get married. They were good kids, both of them, and then during an argument, Conor shot and killed Ann Margaret.
The first twist in this story was when the stage direction read (run), the boy instead immediately turned himself into the police.
The second twist came when the girl’s parents asked the prosecutor to help them forgive the boy who killed their daughter through a rare intervention called “restorative justice.” With the boy’s parents, the four of them turned the justice system upside down, in Florida of all places, at least for a small and significant act of defiance against our dominant stories.
Theirs is a sliver of a new story, one we can hope to absorb into our collective DNA.
The Summersaulters.
It was a great idea. “When we start that fight we always have, let’s do something completely unordinary. Let’s interrupt this story. We’ll do summersaults.” That was the agreement the couple made. It was a good start.
What’s one of your crappy stories? What’s your role in that story and how can you change the script?
We play different roles in different situations. We play roles all the time. To change them we must never forget to play with them.




The sane and the insane. I’m the sane one. Lucky me! And the insane one is so insane that it would be funny if it weren’t so horrible and tragic. But it’s not funny. And I get to be the sane one. That means I get all the crazy piled on me. I don’t get to do any of that, I get to receive it. I just wish it would stop. Well, I finally did make it stop. The only way I could figure out how to make it stop was to put up walls. And so now there is a giant wall between the sane and the insane. Is this the right thing, is this the only thing that could make it better? It doesn’t make it better for anyone. It just makes me safe. As long as the wall stays up. But I don’t like walls. And I don’t like having to always be the sane one. I would like to emote sometimes. I would like to have the luxury of reacting. But that just can’t happen. There is only one of us who gets to be insane.
Thank you Catherine. There is no simple answer, just questions:
Does this new thing you are trying— the walls— change the story? Do you hate it less? If so, then what’s the next thing you can try to change it again? Maybe you need to make friends with those particular walls. That’s another question.
Sorry, it hurts. I encourage your continued bravery.
Thanks… and great questions. Do the walls change the story? No, they don’t. Do I hate it less? Yes, because at least I’ve found a way to put it into the background. What’s the next thing I can try to change it again; really not sure. I’ve tried so many things and nothing makes it better – everything I’ve tried makes it worse. Making friends with the walls – I suppose this is something that makes the most sense at this point. Like having a dog that barks when a stranger comes to the door – I love my dog for that. These walls are the only thing I have which allow me to live my life without the ongoing disruptive crazy-making stuff that was going on before. Thanks very much David.
So the walls are the first step, maybe the last. We all need some sort of protection from time to time. Nothin’ wrong with a wall.
You got pretty close to me with “Prince Detonator”. In my variation, I grew up needing to ‘fix’ everything, to arrange interactions in my family so that nothing blew up – because I grew up with things blowing up. I got good at this, sensing tension and avoiding it. But this turned into learning to manipulate people, sensing things on the horizon beneficial to me (and to others, but also to me), and orchestrating my favored outcomes. In my work, I tend to take on many extra responsibilities, which makes me feel like I have control to manipulate interactions to my desired outcome.
To help with this, I’m working on being more transparent about my plans – in a sense, showing the cards I usually keep hidden. I also include helping colleagues, focusing on *their* goals, to practice not always looking out for me. And i just watch opportunities to ‘set others on fire’ go by, acknowledging that I could decide to act hurtfully in that moment, but also acknowledging I can choose not to.
Wow, that sounds like something’s working very well in that realm for you. I think what’s really interesting is, like in the case of Prince Detonator, and for me being a Know-It-All, is that these shadow roles we play are also very handy. That they are skills worth retaining. You just need to learn, well I need to learn, to pull them out at the right moments, instead of all the time.
Wow, hard to put myself into one. I love learning so, I find myself a know-it-all at times. And a victim, because life happens. I don’t really think a victim is a bad thing if you understand that role and know that it’s not a permanent situation and work your way out of it – make the story go in a different direction.