How to confront the complete inability to confront? Can you understand the wall of such helplessness and desperation which protects the soft spot helplessness and vulnerability with aggression?
Bodies online
Kuukausi: huhtikuu 2015
In a culture of adoring boys and encouraging self-love girls are punished because of their gender, violence is expected and normal way of dealing with issues between genders and generations.
Why adore the other gender but not the other? Why disregard the fact there may be more to being a woman and a man than meets the eye, than what tradition says? Or that there are more genders than two and they are all valid, powerful, important and meaningful for the existence of mankind? The idea of shame and alleged notoriety of female sex which is there to tempt and distract is a burden and preventing progress, sex which has blame, fault and shame already at birth put on like a veil, put on the very idea of female has got something deeply wrong. Shame we must learn to know from the beginning, know it so we stay in the back hidden, not daring to speak out otherwise, not daring to do against to change that position of fear and servitude. How many women and girls have to be killed when a culture changes? Female who is always against is troubled, who needs to be shut, shut out, labelled and tormented as an example.
Her critique is whining and complaining. She is as if she was never satisfied with anything and it is her fault. Why can’t she be happy and smile. For people who do not see beyond themselves any kind of criticism is a nuisance.
Public kick, public humiliation, public shaming
Annie are you OK?
Sadism as a cultural necessity. Hurt and death solving human problematic eventually end up solving nothing.
My claim is we live with and via violence which has biological and system-based grounds and reasons, violence which is rooted in our culture, in our body and there isn’t much we can do to remove the desire to see violence and be violent. Much is due to how we are brought up, where we live, what we have experienced, how we see our ways of solving our way ahead, what other people mean to us and how other people can be treated. What does it mean to be a human, a man and a woman. What kind of stand point we take to violence and what kind of things can be solved with hurt. Simply what do we see as hurtful and do we see hurt as part of everyday. To me it has been revealed as something many do not notice in their behavior and they see as justified action. The justified violence which is hidden behind good, cute and acceptable.
Violence that is a needed method to express when other methods are ineffective, used when other ways of living and solving are seen as naive is the normal, hidden violence is just as normal. Violence is a way to say my body and mind are powerful and you should be afraid of me. To rule with fear is a nonstop easy, a way to directly solve difficult human mess where digging deep is time-consuming and takes much work, mental effort, mental and spiritual growth. One example is the traditional way of finding honor in killing, via taking a life something is cleaned, purified and solved, ended. I have been wondering do those who commit honour killing mourn those who they have killed? Is it a victory to hunt and slaughter someone who has brought shame? How is this victory celebrated when name is cleaned and how clean do these people feel themselves?
Sadism is in details, in how we face or do not that other human being. It can be happening unknowingly without thinking following something that feels right at the time. Afterwards you can ask why did you do that and you do not find an answer other than it was fun, it was just a joke, I felt like doing so, I didn’t like her.. Answers usually are based on emotional feedback, on a whim, on a righteous arrogant idea of being on right path, emotional reward one’s body is feeding, situations when our minds are not reasoning us to behave otherwise. Sadism also follows grouping and an example, desire we maybe can’t explain. We become accustomed to it, it brings us joy of being above someone we consider pathetic and weak. Our need to measure weakness and strength is very much traditional in our cultural heritage, which is difficult to fight back. It is difficult to be nonviolent alone. What are biological, gender-based, cultural, religious, traditional and political reasons to put someone down is probably the most important question for us to solve for the sake of peace, for prosperity and finding a nonviolent world, as much as it possible to find.
What does it mean when you do your job only? It’s a sin.
It is as if your job is given to you by someone and you manage to accomplish the given tasks nothing more, only the things you are getting paid for. It is the same to say I do what I am told to do. This is orders, these are the instructions and I follow them to the dot blindly because to do otherwise or invent alternative ways of doing might break a rule, a code, mix things up, make a mess we do not want, create situations we do not want to create, make new problems to solve and perhaps solve more than is necessary. This is clear. Rules are there for a reason.
Thinking in a way of a bureaucracy loving obedient citizen who thinks someone making the rules is absolutely right is also a very good way to avoid responsibility, accountability and it is lazy as hell. To avoid thinking for yourself is intellectual laziness, stops progress and is a mortal sin against creativity and variety. The way of robots is to do as they are programmed to do, if they fail to do as requested they are malfunctioning. We malfunction when we become robots.
Sermon for the Easter day Monday, a talk hack, a mind hack.
Isn’t it strange to live in a world of illusions, in a world where there is talk that means nothing, if it means something it is to hurt, advertise and just talk to make noise without a pause, where there is talk just to make time pass, to make conversation: How are you doing and so on. To talk of other people’s businesses as they were your business is a form of therapy. The kind of self-help in which there is no self-reflection in a healing manner, but there is something to be let out. What that something is can be quite violent and brutal emotionally negative junkyard bringing joy for those who take part and like to roll over in that mud of human mind. Gossiping has been a way to interact, take part, inform, keep the community rules traditionally old-fashioned and in force effective without change, talk behind one’s back to keep on shaming, a punishment that should be feared and avoided. Gossip makes a division clear, there are those others who do things we would not do. Gossiper does not face oneself, there isn’t progress other than growing news in the air which can be shared with friends. Gossip is jewels and something to own. This form of collective therapy does not change those who take part in spreading the info. It is meant to uplift the morally stronger, those who hide but enjoy dirt like pastry and it is meant to be fun for those who do it, to see those below who are targeted and betrayed, hit in disguise from behind the corner. It is a form of lying as there is no blame for those who gossip. They are released and liberated. They are doing the ground work for creating public fables and facades which last for decades for those who hear and read tales created.
Knowledge which is private, personal has gotten out there, a secret which is forbidden to talk about. Knowledge of the wrong of sharing forbidden info is part of the fun. Danger is there but it is on the good side who knows what is good. Vice made honorable by a crowd who share and agree. The most important things are the need to know, need to talk, what else? What gossip is all about is deeply rooted and a culture of old habits that will not vanish. Gossip is culturally an important phenomenon without a doubt and a huge part of our daily culture, a massive part. Interest in what people unknown to us do, how they do and why is not all about hurt and domination. Who dominates what plays an important role as well. What is true, what is said, what is left untold and why a lie is more easy to believe than the truth. What kind of images we want to see and believe are true, how we reflect and compare ourselves make curious predictable patterns. There is desire to imitate. We maybe admire those who expose themselves, who want to be under observation and the looking eye. How are we so trapped by vulture culture enjoying all it brings? For some reason there is demand and supply, a never-ending need to bring out the worst features and shallowest of us in front. Impacts on all of society are profound.
No, It’s not you, it’s me. :D, keeps getting better and better.
Yeah, it’s the D-word. hush hush now.
But seriously, conversation is what this all is about. Gossip, talk, spreading the word, informing. Keep the good vibes rolling, jives and topics, interesting talk alive. Delighted as ever.
I feel like a monster.
A quiet person who is partly invisible partly an impenetrable a forbidden place (has to be shaken, has to be something wrong with that person, so strange almost scary), uninteresting likely to be forgotten, impossible to invade
That person who exists for some reason but why? Why is she like that, nobody asked. She is clearly different: how to pull something out of that mouth? How to torment that mind so it starts to do and process something we understand and enjoy? That person who does not say anything, cannot, has not got anything interesting to say, say those who define what is interesting, who talk constantly themselves, about themselves. To find out and understand, what and what then? Decide whether to like or not, whether to let belong or not? Accepting is difficult, to think one’s head is not the only head there is, that we are not one consciousness, one right kind of form nor shape.
What is sick where illness does not show? What is wrong there where nothing is wrong? What is there where it is not accepted to be what I feel?
For many reasons. First I thought I have nothing inside of me. I felt terrible all the time. I tried to smile. It felt phony. I refused to believe I was nothing although the messages I have been given all my life were exactly that and I just didn’t understand why. It was no wonder I felt so awful and empty and eventually found out I had been depressed for a very long time. That was me some time ago.
Quiet is something puzzling to me for this reason, a very personal reason, an ongoing accusation which is against the quiet that I have felt is interesting because it is so belittling. Quiet is someone not participating, someone with a flaw or lack, something is wrong, something is missing when we are quiet, in all quiet, in silence like there is and was nothing there to say, but there is a demand to constant talk.
For various reasons quiet is interesting, for our need to hide away and step over, deny quiet existence as pathetic and ridiculous. How we build on noise, expect noise and sound to have all the meaning we need and have, noise that equals content and something is given into the world with sound, with words, with talk that never stops.
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