WTF?

Current mood: confused

What is it about us humans that makes it so difficult to give reassurance to an insecure loved one? We're not that way with our best friends, we have patience and provide support freely and generously (hopefully anyways, otherwise there's something seriously wrong with the friendship ... love you Cookie!!). But when it comes to family or partners we get defensive whenever they are needy. Why is that?

Shouldn't the obvious insecurity and fear of a loved one in need make us feel protective and concerned instead of attacked? Doesn't it mean they are hurting, even if it's irrational? I know that when I get needy all I want is a hug and a reassuring sentence or two telling me I'm being silly and of course they love me and think I'm valuable. Duh.

It should be so simple... so why can't we repeat our feelings for someone over and over again as needed? We'd like the same from them, wouldn't we? Everyone feels misunderstood and alone in this big scary world sometimes so what's the big f***ing deal - a loved one in need isn't trying to claim we're not doing enough for them, they're just having a bad lonely day, it happens.

So yeah.. I don't understand... a person who's crying makes me feel immense empathy and want to fix things for them. Meanwhile many of us are turned off by someone we should know inside and out when they're crying. Is it because it makes us feel incompetent or inadequate? Is it fear of responsibility? Fugged if I know, but it seems like an unadult way to face neurotic behavior; if your counterpart is being irrational the least you can do for them is step up to the plate and tell them honestly what you think and feel at that moment. Grow a f***ing backbone, you love them after all... or is is just a meaningless four-letter word at the end of the day?

Why must we all victimize ourselves before considering others? The needy loved one is doing that as much as the defensive responder... it makes no f***ing sense for either of them, so why? Survival of the species would imply that we do things that aren't self-destructive and hurtful to the ones we depend on and are in some form of family relationship with. How the hell else can we protect each other?

Anyways... if we could all just get over ourselves and be f***ing NICE to each other the world would be a happier place. What's wrong with that??

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Irks Some

You know what really irks me? The fact that clueless people think personality disorders or mental illness or emotional crisis or whatever the eff we're calling it these days (I really don't care anymore btw, which is good I think, it means I've taken a step towards accepting sh!t for what it is instead of force-feeding the world all my regurgitated non-sense (and yes, that misspelling is purpose)) ... the fact that people think sufferers of psychological disorders or problems or pain are somehow less competent or intelligent than the rest of the planet.

Did you know that the underlying slogan/motto for psychiatry is that EVERYONE is fucked up, but that it's only a problem if you suffer from it?

So what does that tell you? LOL who knows, but I know what it tells ME: That people who are aware of how fucked up they are have one over on those that don't. Because they have a chance to become the small portion of society which can coexist peacefully and agreeably in some strange state of cross-human inter-planetary zenishness.

My other point would be that folks suffering from head related non-health average higher IQs than the rest of the population. How is that possible? Well duh, cause as soon as emotions are involved rational intelligence kicks out and whatever's behind door number 2 kicks in.



**hang on a sec, I gottsta pull slimey slobbery pieces of rawhide out of my dogs throat... greedy little b!tch, lol, girl after my own heart :·D**



Anyways, this is why even psychiatrists with the highest success rates (= patient turnover??) may still not be able to communicate with their teenagers or may be in the throws of divorce (wtf does "in the throws of" mean anyways??? ... time to look up language evolution again w00t, i love this stuff :·D)

Right, so eat my words suckers, if you don't have some form of psychological problem you're dumb as dirt. So f***ing there.

Humble? Not if you think so!!

Self-deprecating humor is so attractive, is it not? Its connotations are humility and wisdom, fairness and tolerance, a non-judgmental yet self-judgmental attitude. Maturity. Confidence within the knowledge of one's position in life, fish bait calling itself worm-food with a grin plastered all over its glowing face, who wouldn't want that? The ugliest soul alive can instantly appear intelligent, interesting, and beautiful by admitting to an awareness of him or her self. Showing that you have nothing to fear suggests survival skills unbeknownst to the remains of our days.

And yet… self-deprecating humor masks such enormous and strategic vulnerability and insecurity it's a wonder there's a special term for it nonetheless. Some assembly required. Such is the person behind the lopsided grin. Anyone who appears humble by default cannot be so, mentioning humility, portraying humility requires an understanding of the fact, and in such negates all the aforementioned.

In other words, if you think you're humble you're not. And if you grasp the concept of self-deprecating humor you aren't either. In fact, you lie, and the amazing part is that people flock to that lie like moths to the porch light, needing the buzz you supply with that insincere laughter at your own image.

What was it about removing the plank in one's eye? I believe that it is ever easier to observe someone else's awareness of planks than to walk one. And therein lays the attractiveness of a self-deprecating humor. Knowledge = Know the ledge. To be self-aware is to show the potential for change, the potential to overcome one's ingrained behaviors and habits and to rise above it in a sort of ascension of character, the lifting of one's personality to a higher plane of existence, above and beyond the average person's abilities. It means you could be an author of one of those self-help books everyone else buys and places all sorts of hope and shame into. And that is just way cool.

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