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>>377925 >I've never seen the value of metaphor vis a vi just saying things straight
That's fuckin' rich, Natureboy. The day you actually develop a vocabulary to explain that notion and a worldview that doesn't boil that notion down to pointless platitudes is the day I actually might "go outside", though this is something I do on a day to day basis just to get by.
This is the Confessional. You get that? It all looks like poison because we don't necessarily bring our happy shit here. We sit on Facebook or Twitter or some other site with our friends and family and we share our joy with them because we want to share our joy.
This is where we bring our Outrageous Bullshit; that outlandish, incomprehensible, fucking horrible shit that permeates everyone's lives that they cannot take to their friends and family. Often, their friends and family are the problem. We don't necessarily talk about joyful shit here because the very point of putting it before a bunch of faceless weirdos is that the faceless weirdos don't, in some sense, know who you are. They can't hurt you. They can say mean things, they can insult you, you'll feel it, but usually, the people reading it have no idea who you are or where you are. The capacity for physical harm, as well as harm to professional or private reputation is more limited than say, a bar, a priest, or a psychotherapist. And generally, the knowledgebase is pretty expanded. Sure, it ain't talking to a doctor or a lawyer. but between the Trashmen, the EMTs, the Nurses, the Computer Techs, the Burlesque Dancers, the Cartoonists, and the Scientists, we have a pretty good well of human experience we can draw on here. That's all you really need most times; fling your shit at the wall and see if it sticks. Does it slide? Were you accurate? Does it stink (yes it always stinks)?
You'd like me to be a person? I am existent as one. Much to my chagrin at having to be associated with most everyone else, as we sit, breath, live and touch ourselves to weird porn of cartoon characters, so am I an actual person, the fact of which I cannot change for all the nuclear reactions in the heart of the sun. Go outside? It's 10 feet away. I'm sure my position will be greatly improved.
Alcoholics do not get better because one day they just decide to be better. Something has to change; they have to hit the bottom or cross a line, or hurt someone. Something unacceptable has to happen for them, some intangible pain that reminds them, every day, what happens when they do not make a conscious effort to restrain themselves. That's how the Battered Woman loves her husband; because for 23 out of the 24 hours in a day, it's acceptable. It's Fine. You Can Do It. For the Kid. Cause that's what real pain is like; 23 out of 24 hours in the day, it doesn't suck. It's not painful. You're doing stuff. Your mind is not there. Nobody cares about your pain. They want to be happy. Smile. It doesn't actually matter (it all matters). And for 23 out of 24 hours, all of our lives here do not suck. Some are quite good. We all have jobs, we all have internet connections, presumably we all have roofs over our heads. Statistically, we are all better off than somebody else.
There is no one thing I can say to anybody to change their life. None. Even as silver as my tongue is, I don't think I've ever handed out advice that truly changed someone's point of view. I can push deviant perspectives, unknown quantities, and alternative solutions, but I have never purposefully said anything to change someone's life, and had it work. Because for 23 out of 24 hours, it already works. And as Learn-ed as I am, as Intelligent as I am, as Profound as I can be, all my platitudes have ever fallen on are deaf ears.
We have this horrifically self-deterministic society here in America that believes in the "magic pill"; there's no Problem! It's You. You're just not pretending you're happy enough! You need pills. Or to work out. Or to open your heart to people! It's EASY! Just step outside and stop being you! Imagine all your problems gone! That's all you need, a dash of the Old Willful Ignorance, and it's fine. For the next 23 hours, it's fine. I don't have to lean on other people to get shit done, I just have to challenge myself more! The system isn't broken, I'm broken! Just give me some more pills and I'll be good!
tl;dr wish you'd stop just fronting this bullshit that to me looks very childish and helps nothing.
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