It seems like over the last few months my reading list has been swamped people extolling the virtues of being “vulnerable”. Sometimes “raw and vulnerable”. Sometimes “real and vulnerable” In fact, these two phrases roll off the pen as a unit often enough that I suspect everyone’s just copying off things they’ve read, without actually engaging brain in between
I’ve been trying to figure out why this bugs the living shit out of me.
I’m pretty sure that one reason is that the people who speak so approvingly of their ‘ability’ to ‘choose to be vulnerable’ aren’t actually vulnerable. Vulnerable, after all, mean ‘easily damaged’. Abused children are vulnerable . People with depression are vulnerable. Homeless folk are vulnerable. I’m pretty sure none of these people are running round saying ‘yay! I’m being vulnerable! That’s so great!’
Vulnerability fans will no doubt protest at this characterisation on the grounds that that’s not what the phrase means. It means being honest with someone about your feelings. To which my first reply is , well, we HAVE the word ‘honest’, knock yourself out.
And my second reply probably takes me into the second reason I can’t stand vulnerability talk, which is that it assumes that when you’re ‘deciding to be vulnerable’, the main issue at hand is you and your emotions. Actually what I find in my little corner of the world is that I have a number of friends and family who have … big emotions about stuff. Much bigger than mine, to be honest. My life often seems to be filled with vulnerable people. They’re exhausting. They need a bunch of looking after. And if you spend a bunch of time looking after other people’s emotions, well, honestly, you might as well just add yourself to the list and be done with it.
Anyway, rant inspired by the fact that I just had an email from a new minister at my church checking in with a bunch of us about how we’re doing in these Covid times. ‘Reaching out’, as they say. And finishing with “it’s so great in these challenging times that we can be real and vulnerable with each other”. Which is nice and caring and all, I guess. Except that my first interaction with this dude was me asking for something from him and getting a crap useless answer, then asking for the same thing again and getting NO answer, then asking for the same thing a third time, then being surprised when, after the thing didn’t eventuate, I approached him with ‘hey, I really need this thing to happen’ and he was all surprised that I had a problem.
I’m pretty sure that “Mate, I hardly know you, what little I do has been kind of mediocre, you don’t actually want to know about my emotions because they’re unexpected weird ones, and you just confirmed me in my suspicion that people who think in buzzwords suck” is not the kind of raw honest reaction he was really fishing for.
Feel free to agree with me, tell me I’m full of shit, or rant on about your great example of a buzzword that needs to die in a fire. I’m easy.