The Kinks’ “Misfits” As Melancholy
by Jeffrey Rubin, PhD
Welcome to From Insults to Respect.
My previous post utilizes the Kinks song “Low Budget” to sympathetically discuss how our money woes can take a bite out of our feelings of respect for ourselves and others, while suggesting some helpful approaches to deal effectively with such challenges. The positive feedback that I received led me to see if I might utilize another Kinks song, partly just for the fun of it, but also as a way to explore some issues relevant to respect.
On this blog, I have on several occasions (see HERE and HERE) made the case for the value of transforming periods of depression into the more helpful experience of melancholy. It just so happens that the Kinks song, “Misfits,” offers us a wonderful opportunity to further enhance this pregnant idea.
After the first introduction verse, Ray Davies sings,
You say your summer has gone
Now the Winter is crawlin’ in
They say that even in your day
Somehow you never could quite fit in
Though it’s cold outside
I know the Summer’s gonna come again
Because you know what they say
Every dog has his day
These words suggest Ray is singing about you, the listener, but as I interpret it, he’s also singing about his own feelings. He’s feeling emotionally chilly with the way things are going for him. He has a desire to comfortably fit in socially, but he’s not there. You, the listener, might feel this way from time to time as well. Within this emotional state, Ray seems to be seeking to turn his attention to a more hopeful future, with the return of a warmer weather, happier period.
The chorus then goes on to say,
You’re a misfit, afraid of yourself, so you run away and hide
You’ve been a misfit all your life
Why don’t you join the crowd
And come inside
You wander round this town like you’ve lost your way
You had your chance in your day
Yet you threw it all away
But you know what they say
Every dog has his day
Here, Ray sees his difficulty is made worse by running away and hiding from it. He’s also bemoaning that there were actions he could have taken back in his day but failed to do so. Still, he seeks to bolster his spirits with the hope his day will come.
The song’s bridge tells us to,
Look at all the losers and the mad eyed gazers
Look at all the looneys and the sad eyed failures
They’re giving up living ‘cos they just don’t care
So take a good look around
The misfits are everywhere
La la la la la la
We see here Ray throwing the typical insults at those with the shortcomings and feelings he and the others are singing about. At the same time, he recognizes they are not alone; there are folks all around us having similar feelings, and they are giving up living. This giving up doesn’t sit well with Ray, so he launches into the next verse that seeks to lift our spirits:
This is your chance, this is your time
So don’t throw it away
You can have your day
‘Cause it’s true what they say
Every dog has his day
In the song, we see Ray using two approaches to deal with how he is feeling–insulting himself, and trying to lift his spirits with hopeful, positive words. On this blog, when people are singing the blues and insulting themselves, we say they are experiencing depression. One type of approach to kick yourself out of depression is to focus on some positives, such as the fact that you have company with what you are going through and keeping hope alive for a more positive day. But there is a dramatically different alternative for dealing with the blues than these two, an approach I refer to as melancholy.
Consider how musician and song writer Joni Mitchell described melancholy in her beautiful song, “Hijira.”
There is comfort in melancholy where there is no need to explain, it’s just as natural as the weather in this moody sky today.
She sees melancholy as a comfortable state and natural.
At another point, Joni tells us such experience “can be the sand that makes the pearl…. Most of my best work came out of it. If you get rid of the demons and the disturbing things, then the angels fly off, too. There is the possibility, in the mire, of an epiphany.”
In a New York Times article titled “The Case for Melancholy” we learn from American writer Laren Stover about her own personal experiences. After telling us of her weariness of all those folks on the internet promising to show us how to be delightfully happy in just a few short steps, she writes:
“Whatever happened to experiencing the grace of melancholy, which requires reflection: a sort of mental steeping, like tea? What if all this cheerful advice only makes you feel inadequate? What if you were born morose?”
Laren continues to weave her creative images of melancholy with such words as:
“Sadness has a bad reputation. But I soon came to feel that melancholy — the word itself is late Latin from the Greek melancholia — is a word with a romantic Old World ring, with a transient beauty like the ring around the moon.”
Here’s how the great psychologist, William James, viewed the subject at hand. He wrote that many so called “healthy-minded” individuals believe that those who worry are “morbid-minded” and “diseased,” but it may very well be true that “the world’s meaning most comes home to us when we lay them most to heart.” He, himself, learned to appreciate these visits of melancholy as something of extraordinary value, and stated that,
…there is no doubt that healthy-mindedness is inadequate as a philosophical doctrine, because the evil facts which it refuses positively to account for are a genuine portion of reality; and may after all be the best key to life’s significance, and possibly the only openers of our eyes to the deepest levels of truth.
Although the pharmaceutical industry has spent millions seeking to convince us that these types of experiences are pathological, a sickness, requiring drug “treatment,” Jon Kabat-Zinn, an American professor emeritus of medicine and the creator of the Stress Reduction Clinic and the Center for Mindfulness in Medicine, Health Care, and Society at the University of Massachusetts Medical School, tells us,
If we listen carefully to the body, it can teach us a great deal about what is most difficult for us to recognize and come to terms with from the past, and how we might approach our hurt with kindness and wisdom.
We can learn to respect and honor melancholy. Yes, as we do so, from old habits curses along with efforts seeking to bolster these bluesy experiences may arise. We can come to recognize them as old habits while not absolutely accepting their validity. During all of this we can learn to become friends with the underlying experience, patiently, empathically, being with them, spending time with this natural, healthy way to process life’s challenges.
Well, them are my thoughts for this week. Love to all the Kinks fans out there.
My Best,
Jeff
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Some people will enjoy reading this blog by beginning with the first post and then moving forward to the next more recent one; then to the next one; and so on. This permits readers to catch up on some ideas that were presented earlier and to move through all of the ideas in a systematic fashion to develop their emotional intelligence. To begin at the very first post you can click HERE.
After reading this episode, I thought about what I posted on my FB page a few years ago:
>>> It is not primarily the event itself that can cause a (lifelong) trauma to a child. It is more how its environment (e.g. family members, friends, neighbors, media) responds to the event (and how the child deals with those responses), that causes the damage(s).<<<
And so it is with, among other things, calling someone a 'misfit', and all the qualifications attached to it by 'the crowd'.
I'm not 'afraid of myself', I don't 'run away', I don't 'give up', I didn't 'threw it all away', I've not 'lost my way'. The 'crowd' is/does/has. And I certainly don't want to 'join them'. I rather be a 'misfit', laughing at them from my luxurious jail.
A last misfit-thought:
The crowd calls me a misfit (and other names) because they dislike, even hate, people who are as they would like to be themselves.
Hi Roald,
I, myself, am not certain about which is primary, the event, the environmental response, or the person’s way of dealing with them. All three do, I think, usually have some influence. In any case, you report, if I take you correctly, that you have found a way to accept how you are dealing with your life regardless of the crowd’s reactions, particularly because you don’t have any interest in joining them. The name calling, as I think you see it, is due to resentment of those in the crowd because they can’t be the misfit they see you as. I think this is true in some cases. In others, the name calling occurs because the person being called insulting names is acting in a manner that goes against the name caller’s values.
I’m not clear about what you mean by preferring to be laughing from your luxurious jail. I am clear that I always appreciate your reactions to my post,
Warm Regards,
Jeff
I have used the ‘luxurious jail’ to acknowledge that although ‘the crowd’ can take a hike as far as I am concerned, I do not claim to be a free, righteous, and a better human being. I’m just different from vanilla people, and laugh at them because they have a problem with that.
Like I mentioned in an earlier comment, I consider myself multi polar, where the good, the bad, and the ugly, are mingling with each other with love, hate, aggression, compassion, and indifference, but, like it is with twin-flames, never let each other down, and wouldn’t want having things any other way. Of course, vanilla therapists don’t know how to deal with that, and consequently call this a disorder, or worse.
Juicy detail: Due to my mental misery, frozen life, and lack of joie de vivre caused by the death of my wife (almost 5 years ago now), I finally consulted a psychotherapist with whom I thought I could click. After one session this professional, although she promised me to set up a next one, never called me again. And even though I tried to contact her about this many times, she completely ignored me and never told me the reason for her behavior. In one of my attempts to reach her, I even offered her to change roles, for her to become my client. She never answered that either. Within the context of your blog: I don’t respect people like that. At best, I can only pity them.
Hi Roald,
It sure sounds like you picked the wrong psychotherapist. I can certainly see why you don’t respect them. You and I agree that the pathologist who might claim you have a mental disorder lack validity for such claims. If you want to explore more what you are going through without being treated as you were by the psychotherapist, I recommend contacting Emily Whyte Rubin, my daughter in law at https://www.feelingdeeply.com
My Best,
Jeff
Thank you for offering me that possibility.
I started looking around on your daughter-in-law’s site and saw that there are quite a few parallels between her way of communicating with her clients and mine.
To avoid any misunderstanding: I have no problem with myself, and get along fine with myself. What I have always had difficulties with, is the world around me, the situation I find myself in. Or as my wife explained to me years ago: “You’re not a happy camper, Ro”. But it didn’t matter much during the 55 years I walked through life with her. However, now that she is dead, it became a big and disturbing problem. So I started looking for a solution. To find again a reason to live. And I have tried quite a few things. Unfortunately without results. A few men in my neighborhood, when they heard about my impasse, advised, “Busca otro muhe. (find another woman).” I also came across a lady who said: “Grief is just love with no place to go.” That woke me up because that was basically how I felt. And so I started looking for that other woman. But that’s not easy, because women are usually too afraid to get involved with a figure like me. I understand that. I also put together a text, stating exactly what kind of woman I wanted to share my life with, and posted it online. There was no response whatsoever. I understand that too. Add to that my age, and it’s clear that my chances of ever having enough joie de vivre in my life again are extremely minimal. Of course, people tell me that this is nonsense and that this could well happen. I think that’s toxic positivity. Of course, it could also be that they are just lying because they are reluctant to face reality and/or pity me and want to put me at ease.
Sorry to hear of your difficulties meeting women. I have a nephew who had success with the meetup.com website.
Jeff
Nice. And even though meet.up is not a dating site but intended to connect people with the same interests through participation in all kinds of events, it is of course possible that I could meet the ‘love of my life’ through them. However, these events currently only take place in the USA in particular, and also in Canada and the UK. I live on Aruba, so having to travel to those countries again and again to participate in events that I might be interested in, is a bit over the top. Other than that, I’ll just say for the record that I don’t have a problem connecting with women, but with finding one who is as deviant (preferable even more) from vanilla people as I am.
FYI: A while ago I tried to set up something similar via a Dutch site, specifically aimed at people who live in the Netherlands, Surinam, and the Dutch Caribbean islands, and who experience roughly the same misery as I do now. Was there any interest in that? No! At least, not openly. Even I was surprised by that.