Psychoses for Everyone
Tuesday! A perfect day for writing.
Fun fact: Every day is a perfect day for writing. I am not yet there though. I am not yet in the admirable habit of writing every day — much less during a specific time.
Well, I do write every day; I have three journals now in which I write with some regularity. Yadda yadda.
In other news: double-crossers...
... Never mind.
In other other news, there are too many things to say, which is why I usually write in my journals: it lets me scribble wildly without any kinda inhibitions.
I will tell you right now that I say a lot of things that probably shouldn't be said.
But have you ever wondered about people's inner thoughts?
I am often amazed at how offended people get by various things. If you could look inside each and every one of us, you’d find some nasty thoughts, feelings, words, desires.
That’s probably why people get so offended: seeing your own dark impulses outside of you is terrifying. Repulsive.
When people recoil at something, it’s often a sign that they’ve been struggling with the very same issue — but haven’t been able to handle or reconcile it.
So many people live in their pasts. So many people try to drag you down into their pasts. It’s scary.
If you don’t think too hard about it, it’s amusing: Ha ha, he’s projecting. Ha ha, she’s controlling.
If you pause for a moment, some really terrifying evils have grown from the addiction to dragging people down into our unreconciled pasts.
I’ve heard stories. I’ve told stories. They're laughable. What else can you do but laugh when there's nothing you can do? They're elaborate evils that can't be reasoned through. They're in the past, so you couldn't even address them if you had some brilliant idea.
The more people I encounter, the more coping mechanisms I see. I had my own coping mechanisms; they sort of worked. The more stories I hear, the more it makes sense how many dysfunctional behaviors exist — how many of them were created to respond to another dysfunction.
I've heard in a few contexts that when one part of your body is ailing, other parts compensate for it. (I'm no doctor, so I can't give you an accurate picture, but bear with my analogy.) For example, if you intestines are struggling for whatever reason, your kidneys might lend a hand.
I've often heard stories of people whose kidneys were hurting. When they went to get it checked out, they realized it really was their intestines.
Often enough, it's layers of ailments, and the real problem is often buried beneath so many dysfunctions.
Do you see where I'm going? Problems abound. How many layers down are the real issues?
The point I'm trying to make — really, the question I'm trying to ask — is how deep are the layers?
I'm looking at my own life. Trust me: I've uncovered a lot of messes.
I'm looking at other's lives. It is astounding how many psychoses I've seen in day-to-day, seemingly-solid, self-respecting, supposedly-upstanding citizens.
I really like the word psychosis: "a mental disorder characterized by symptoms ... that indicate impaired contact with reality."
Fun fact: Every day is a perfect day for writing. I am not yet there though. I am not yet in the admirable habit of writing every day — much less during a specific time.
Well, I do write every day; I have three journals now in which I write with some regularity. Yadda yadda.
In other news: double-crossers...
... Never mind.
In other other news, there are too many things to say, which is why I usually write in my journals: it lets me scribble wildly without any kinda inhibitions.
I will tell you right now that I say a lot of things that probably shouldn't be said.
But have you ever wondered about people's inner thoughts?
I am often amazed at how offended people get by various things. If you could look inside each and every one of us, you’d find some nasty thoughts, feelings, words, desires.
That’s probably why people get so offended: seeing your own dark impulses outside of you is terrifying. Repulsive.
When people recoil at something, it’s often a sign that they’ve been struggling with the very same issue — but haven’t been able to handle or reconcile it.
So many people live in their pasts. So many people try to drag you down into their pasts. It’s scary.
If you don’t think too hard about it, it’s amusing: Ha ha, he’s projecting. Ha ha, she’s controlling.
If you pause for a moment, some really terrifying evils have grown from the addiction to dragging people down into our unreconciled pasts.
I’ve heard stories. I’ve told stories. They're laughable. What else can you do but laugh when there's nothing you can do? They're elaborate evils that can't be reasoned through. They're in the past, so you couldn't even address them if you had some brilliant idea.
The more people I encounter, the more coping mechanisms I see. I had my own coping mechanisms; they sort of worked. The more stories I hear, the more it makes sense how many dysfunctional behaviors exist — how many of them were created to respond to another dysfunction.
I've heard in a few contexts that when one part of your body is ailing, other parts compensate for it. (I'm no doctor, so I can't give you an accurate picture, but bear with my analogy.) For example, if you intestines are struggling for whatever reason, your kidneys might lend a hand.
I've often heard stories of people whose kidneys were hurting. When they went to get it checked out, they realized it really was their intestines.
Often enough, it's layers of ailments, and the real problem is often buried beneath so many dysfunctions.
Do you see where I'm going? Problems abound. How many layers down are the real issues?
The point I'm trying to make — really, the question I'm trying to ask — is how deep are the layers?
I'm looking at my own life. Trust me: I've uncovered a lot of messes.
I'm looking at other's lives. It is astounding how many psychoses I've seen in day-to-day, seemingly-solid, self-respecting, supposedly-upstanding citizens.
I really like the word psychosis: "a mental disorder characterized by symptoms ... that indicate impaired contact with reality."
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