I figured it was safe to record this here since no one ever reads this.
Managed to exercise today. 5k. But instead of making me feel better, it utterly wiped me out and ultimately wound up aggravating feelings of failure and despair. My life is almost completely unchanged from what it was before quarantine, why is my mental illness flaring up so badly? Of all the things I could be obsessing about, why can I think only of every love I've ever lost? I'm in a house in which a dozen sentient beings look to me to sustain them. How could I feel so completely alone?
Going out a corn field to paint some crows is starting to look really good to me these days.
A Trans-Lesbian is called a Tryke
Sunday, May 3, 2020
Tuesday, February 5, 2019
Socialism
Once upon a time when you registered to vote you could specify anything
as your party affiliation. I had a friend that registered with the
"Silly" party once. But three times now I have tried to register as a
Socialist and three times my voting card comes back with my party
affiliation as "DEM." I figure that the county recorder:
1) uses DEM as short for Democratic Socialism.
2) feels I was kidding because no sane person would be a Socialist.
3) thinks that Democrats and Socialists are the same damn thing.
4) feels that registering as a Democrat is a permanent thing sort of like a tattoo.
5) can't read.
1) uses DEM as short for Democratic Socialism.
2) feels I was kidding because no sane person would be a Socialist.
3) thinks that Democrats and Socialists are the same damn thing.
4) feels that registering as a Democrat is a permanent thing sort of like a tattoo.
5) can't read.
Saturday, June 16, 2018
Depression
Depression
is not sadness. Sadness is an emotion. Depression is the absence of
emotion. It is emptiness. When you're depressed, you care about
nothing, feel nothing, and do nothing. Even getting out of bed in the
morning is an ordeal. Since it can come as a way of coping with
sadness, depression is like suicide of the soul. Rather than feel the
sadness brought on by life events, just kill all emotion and be a
zombie.
One deals with sadness by getting out of the sad situations. Anti-depressants do nothing to help this. Depression is a physical ailment that requires medication to alleviate. The drugs don't help you feel better. They just help you feel.
One deals with sadness by getting out of the sad situations. Anti-depressants do nothing to help this. Depression is a physical ailment that requires medication to alleviate. The drugs don't help you feel better. They just help you feel.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Dante
Dante's Inferno is considered a medieval view of the afterlife. But
one aspect of this version of life in hell that few people realize is
that there are no chains. The demons do not have pitchforks pushing
people back into their respective eternal tortures and Lucifer is not at
the gate of hell deciding which torture you deserve to suffer. Newly
arrived damned souls just sort of wander around until they come to where
they feel they belong.
For Dante, the after-life is a continuation of the fore-life. If you were buffeted by metaphorical winds and storms of sexual passion while you were alive, you would find yourself buffeted by actual winds and storms after you died. If you were immersed in the ice of an absence of love or compassion, you would find nothing changed in the great beyond.
For Dante, the after-life is a continuation of the fore-life. If you were buffeted by metaphorical winds and storms of sexual passion while you were alive, you would find yourself buffeted by actual winds and storms after you died. If you were immersed in the ice of an absence of love or compassion, you would find nothing changed in the great beyond.
Dante was saying that people make their own heaven or hell on earth.
One does not acquire heaven or hell based on what they believed but
where they feel most at home. Someone who was devout when they were
alive but nevertheless managed to screw themselves into a tiny bubble of
anger and hatred would feel uncomfortable and out of place in heaven.
Eventually, they would leave for more infernal climes.
Eternity then is just a reflection of the temporal life. If hell is eternal, it is because for some people there is no hope of ever pulling out of their suffering. They dwell on their hate and nurture it, angrily throwing off any attempt by others to get them to stop. It's not that the damned SHOULD abandon all hope; it is that they have ALREADY abandoned hope and will never know anything but anger and suffering in their lives.
Purgatorio is for those who recognize negativity of their lives and seek to free themselves from it. Those whose lives are filled with love or are victorious over suffering and achieved a happy and loving life know that they are already in Paradiso.
Mass is over. Go home now.
Eternity then is just a reflection of the temporal life. If hell is eternal, it is because for some people there is no hope of ever pulling out of their suffering. They dwell on their hate and nurture it, angrily throwing off any attempt by others to get them to stop. It's not that the damned SHOULD abandon all hope; it is that they have ALREADY abandoned hope and will never know anything but anger and suffering in their lives.
Purgatorio is for those who recognize negativity of their lives and seek to free themselves from it. Those whose lives are filled with love or are victorious over suffering and achieved a happy and loving life know that they are already in Paradiso.
Mass is over. Go home now.
Monday, January 8, 2018
Sprained Wrists
If someone has a sprained wrist such that handshaking is
painful, shaking their hand anyway because they should “toughen up” is being a
jerk. One should not feel ashamed by
having an overly sensitive hand shaker.
Sprains happen. One does not
choose to be hurt by shaking hands.
Many people have the emotional equivalent of a sprained
wrist. Things said that would give
others a chuckle insults and hurts them.
They lash out They seek to
humiliate in retribution. Because they
have been so shamed for their over-sensitivity, because they’ve told they are
weak because of their thin skins, just pointing out their sensitivity often hurts
as much as the original insult. But, as
with the sprained muscle, there is no shame in having triggers. One cannot heal by simply “toughening up” or “chilling
out.” Healing, especially emotional
healing, takes time.
It is the responsibility of others to be aware of these
tender points and to be as careful with their words as one would take care not
to vigorously shake the hand of sprain victim.
It’s not about walking on eggshells. It’s about not adding to the hurt. It’s about not being a jerk. If they post weepy pictures on Facebook or call
you “horribly vile,” one should not be angered, complain about “political correctness,”
or call them a “pussy.” Take that yelp
of pain for what it is, an invitation to shut the fuck up.
Just as those with sprained wrists should not attend hand-shaking parties, those with triggers should not attend events where those triggers are likely to be…um…triggered. To go to event where jerks are likely to be jerks in order to righteously lash out at them is itself a jerky thing to do.
Just as those with sprained wrists should not attend hand-shaking parties, those with triggers should not attend events where those triggers are likely to be…um…triggered. To go to event where jerks are likely to be jerks in order to righteously lash out at them is itself a jerky thing to do.
Those with emotional sensitive spots should also recognize
that, outside of comedians, most people aren’t assholes and don’t want to hurt you. They’re just people…people who make mistakes.
And unlike computers, people can’t be simply
programmed to change their speech, especially if insensitivity to your trigger is
(pun warning) a “gag reflex.” They have
to be trained not to worsen your injury…sort of like puppies.
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Guy Fawkes Day 2017
It important to remember on this Guy Fawkes Day that our current troubles are not a recent development. The support for and tendency towards Oligarchy has been in place from the very beginning of this country…put there in no small part by the very Alexander “fuck the poor” Hamilton that is revered so much of late. Consider these excerpts from the Workingmen’s Party Declaration of Independence of 1876:
The present system has enabled capitalists to make laws
in their own interests to the injury and oppression of the workers.
It has made the name Democracy, for which our forefathers
fought and died, a mockery and a shadow, by giving to property an
unproportionate amount of representation and control over Legislation.
It has enabled capitalists ... to secure government aid,
inland grants and money loans, to selfish railroad corporations, who, by
monopolizing the means of transportation are enabled to swindle both the
producer and the consumer ....
It has allowed the capitalists, as a class, to appropriate
annually 5/6 of the entire production of the country ....
It has therefore prevented mankind from fulfilling their
natural destinies on earth -- crushed out ambition, prevented marriages or
cause false and unnatural ones --has shortened human life, destroyed morals and
fostered crime, corrupted judges, ministers, and statesmen, shattered
confidence, love and honor among men, and made life a selfish, merciless
struggle for existence instead of a noble and generous struggle for perfection,
in which . equal advantages should be given to all, and human lives relieved
from an unnatural and degrading competition for bread ....
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
FTS
A recent blow to my ego from a family member triggered a shit storm of self-hatred. Some days are worse than others, but it never goes away.
It's not depression. I know depression well. Depression is an emptiness, flatness. Depression is the absence of emotion. It's like soul death. This is different. It's raw unadulterated fury. This is fiery hatred and disgust with my existence.
This is a fire and brimstone preacher unrelenting in their condemnation of me to hell. I'm fat and can't move without difficulty. I'm isolated and alone because no one can stand to be around me. I'm a trans freak. I can't write for shit. Thinking that my work (writing, comedy, or art) has any value to anyone is complete self delusion. I am utterly inconsequential and could disappear for months before anyone even noticed I was gone. No one will even read this blog entry.
I'm trapped and can't get away from this tormentor. I can't seek "professional help" because I'm one of the "fell through the cracks" people without insurance. Retiring early did get me away from all the bigots that made my life hell, but it also cut me off of having funds to deal with any of this.
I'll just have to slog through it on my own. I know that well too.
It's not depression. I know depression well. Depression is an emptiness, flatness. Depression is the absence of emotion. It's like soul death. This is different. It's raw unadulterated fury. This is fiery hatred and disgust with my existence.
This is a fire and brimstone preacher unrelenting in their condemnation of me to hell. I'm fat and can't move without difficulty. I'm isolated and alone because no one can stand to be around me. I'm a trans freak. I can't write for shit. Thinking that my work (writing, comedy, or art) has any value to anyone is complete self delusion. I am utterly inconsequential and could disappear for months before anyone even noticed I was gone. No one will even read this blog entry.
I'm trapped and can't get away from this tormentor. I can't seek "professional help" because I'm one of the "fell through the cracks" people without insurance. Retiring early did get me away from all the bigots that made my life hell, but it also cut me off of having funds to deal with any of this.
I'll just have to slog through it on my own. I know that well too.
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