How To Stop a Bully From Ruining Your Day

How To Stop A Bully From Ruining Your Day

This is one of those stories that, even if it doesn’t deserve my attention, I have decided to share it here on the blog because I believe it’s not an uncommon experience in the big cities, and it’s useful to know how to deal with it: the bullies.

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Last week I was on a flight from Stockholm to Portugal, with scale in Munique. It was an early flight, and the airport was crowded as usual. I had to leave home at 5.10am, and take an also crowded train to the airport, and then wait in a snake line with multiple turns to pass security.

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On the first flight, I got the “lucky seat” next to the emergency exit, which left me looking out to a windowless view. Next to me was a teenager with green hair and equality green hands, and green god knows what else. I have nothing against green, but it’s just really lovely to have washed hands, especially at an airport.

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Nevertheless, everything was running smoothly.

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Flight #1 went by, and as I was waiting to board on flight #2, I thought to myself: “how cool to be feeling so peaceful and calm in such a stressful environment.” I felt like I was in my little bubble of peace and coolness, even without listening to music (which of course helps for that), but just by simply being in a relaxed and calm mindset.

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Then the time came for boarding on flight #2, to Lisbon.

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I happened to be one of the first passengers passing through the gate, and out into the bus that was waiting for us. Walked all the way to the back of the bus and decided to sit on the last row with two seats, on the aisle seat, with my knees facing the aisle and able to hold my trolly also on the aisle leaving enough space for someone to sit on the window.

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As I was indulging on how cool and stress-free this trip was feeling, a lady with about 60-65 years old walked in and points at the window seat, to which I say “it’s free,” and I moved to let her pass through. To which she waves her hand says: “can you move?” and, of course, as I immediately start to respond to her request to move and change my seat I ask her: “will you hold my bag?” (because I thought that my bag wouldn’t fit with me on the window seat).

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She doesn’t reply and, in a matter of seconds, I move to the window seat, she holds my bag and throws it at me. As she sits on the place I had kindly given her, she tells me in a harsh tone of reproval: “you’re not here alone you know.” To which my heart perceives as an aggression and starts racing, while I try to kindly explain that she could well be sitting in the window seat too. Then I realize that she was with her husband and she wanted the aisle seat to be next to him. OK. But, I gave her my place, AND I’m insulted?

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Perhaps to you this is nothing, and surely there are much more severe bully attacks, but in that calm lake my mind was floating in, this was like a massive rock thrown in the water, and the ripples of this negativity were immensely felt.

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My heart was racing, and so was my mind.

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I wanted to say something but I didn’t have the calm to choose the right words because I was so taken by the sock of being treated that way. I was speechless.

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When I got to my seat on the plane, I was still in absolute shock, and my heart was still racing.
I looked back and I saw where she was sitting. Then finally I got the words that would be perfect to say. I was going to “teach her a lesson” about the word “thank you.” Not realizing that “teaching a lesson” was precisely the same kind of energy I had been attacked with.

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As I was preparing to stand up and go to her seat, my heart was racing even more. Then I came to the most important realization.

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The anger I was feeling was not mine; it was hers.

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That agitation, discomfort, and rage was something that she was carrying within herself and that I accepted to carry for her when she spilled it on me. That negativity wasn’t mine; it was hers.

 

So, instead and feeding that energy and adding wood to her fire, I decided to shake off her energy from mine, and get back into that bubble of peace I was before the attack, and find my peaceful lake again.

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Here’s what I did:

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If you’re not into energy work, and the word “aura” make you itch, then this might not be the best solution for you 🙂

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1) I spent about a minute imagining a warm golden light all around me. It pours out from my heart in all directions and fills my aura, so that any holes in my energy are healed, and filled with this warm, sunlight gold light.
2) At the same time, I took long and intentional breaths, breathing slowly in through the nose, and out through the mouth.
3) After I felt recharged and glowing from the inside out, I sent a little prayer for her. That she finds the peace and contentment in her life that will let her be a different person, to herself and those around her. That both her and all around her can find a more peaceful, and happier life.

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Then I got my headphones and started listening to my “ready to take off” tracks. My heart was beating more calmly, and I felt cleansed of that disturbed energy.

Would you like to have more peace of mind and have your own bubble of calm?

Check out the free resources library where you can find 5 and 10-minute guided meditations.

It’s not easy to deal with bullies, and they come in all “shapes,” ages, and walks of life.
It’s particularly hard to deny their gift of negativity, and not make it our own.

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It’s important to understand that people can only impact us as much as we let them. We have the power to accept their gifts or to deny them. The choice and the power is ours.

Here’s an interesting video about how to stop a bully.

Do you have experience with bullies? How do you deal with it?
Let me know in the comments; I’d love to know about it.

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