Is it possible to care too much? Love too deeply??? That's like asking if it's possible to breathe without air...there's no such thing. The real issue is not caring. Not loving. But the 21st century is marked by narcissism, self-entitlement, Machiavellianism. Why? Because psychology isn't just about your parents' neuroses, or, your neurotic genes. It's about our culture. And technology has created a snap-crackle-pop culture where, today, it's easy to be an asshole.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I offend your delicate sensibilities??? The ones you seem to not care about at all when you picked up "hoes" for health in Grand Theft Auto before shooting them dead and collecting their hard earned cash??? Yeah, that's what I thought. Suck it up. Because everyone else has to put up with you, too. You being the collective hive mind. The Borg of humanity. The weak. The meek. Doesn't matter how you label it. It's all just semantics anyway.
Judgment isn't my job. Or, yours. But witnessing is.
It's not "strong BUT gentle." Strength means gentle. It's neither brutal nor violent. Strength has the courage to stand up, even if only on one leg. To walk. March. Speak. And listen. Not when spoken to. Long before. Strength never turns the other cheek either. That got 12,000,000 killed during the Holocaust. For nearly ten years. The global cheek turned as people were burned. In ovens. Built for that very purpose. Without reason. For, how could there be a reasonable reason behind such cruelty? Unless you count existing as a reason. In which case, you can stay on that sinking ship. Lifeboat Ethics won't save you anyway.
But guns will. Unless the person holding it has criminal intentions. Like the uncle who lures you away from the family party to play "hide-and-seek" in the basement. Or the parent who singles out a child as a scapegoat to avoid responsibility. Or the lover who whispers, "Forever and always....," into more than one ear. Are social crimes no less deadly? When you prick me, do I not bleed??? Or, is it laugh? I can never remember...it's a side-effect of gaslighting. Where's Ingrid Bergman when you need her? Oh right. Stuck in 1944. While Orwell still wonders how his book trickled down the socio-economic ladder.
If the strong inherit Hell, what happens to Earth? Heaven will sit empty, a new Waste Land. Unless you count The Hollow Men. Eliot would chuckle. While Rich would grab her snorkel and mask and sink to the depths, a trident-shaped vibrator in her left hand. Sinister in Latin. Buffy holds a cross in her right. But Dexter was a serial killer. What was right about that???
You have to pay to play. Nothing is free. Not even my words. The page is a chess board. You are being moved, like a pawn. Though, frankly, I was looking for a courageous King to make a move on my cunning linguist of a Queen. But unlike life, the game of chess gives women freedom. And, respect. While Freud, who wanted to fuck his mother, assumed all women were narcissists for wearing make up. Missing the pointy-toed Manolo, aren't we, Sigmund??? Male narcissists were behind that trend, too. Like the skirt. It's sexy. But only because it was meant for easy access. Like cyberstalkers trolling my public social media. Just make sure you clean up with a tissue when you're done....
I'm thirsty. Kool-Aid anyone???
I do not know where I shall sleep. Or, keep. Perhaps "steep" is the better term. For terminal. But no one rides the bus anymore. They just #Follow.
#BreadCrumbs
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I offend your delicate sensibilities??? The ones you seem to not care about at all when you picked up "hoes" for health in Grand Theft Auto before shooting them dead and collecting their hard earned cash??? Yeah, that's what I thought. Suck it up. Because everyone else has to put up with you, too. You being the collective hive mind. The Borg of humanity. The weak. The meek. Doesn't matter how you label it. It's all just semantics anyway.
Judgment isn't my job. Or, yours. But witnessing is.
It's not "strong BUT gentle." Strength means gentle. It's neither brutal nor violent. Strength has the courage to stand up, even if only on one leg. To walk. March. Speak. And listen. Not when spoken to. Long before. Strength never turns the other cheek either. That got 12,000,000 killed during the Holocaust. For nearly ten years. The global cheek turned as people were burned. In ovens. Built for that very purpose. Without reason. For, how could there be a reasonable reason behind such cruelty? Unless you count existing as a reason. In which case, you can stay on that sinking ship. Lifeboat Ethics won't save you anyway.
But guns will. Unless the person holding it has criminal intentions. Like the uncle who lures you away from the family party to play "hide-and-seek" in the basement. Or the parent who singles out a child as a scapegoat to avoid responsibility. Or the lover who whispers, "Forever and always....," into more than one ear. Are social crimes no less deadly? When you prick me, do I not bleed??? Or, is it laugh? I can never remember...it's a side-effect of gaslighting. Where's Ingrid Bergman when you need her? Oh right. Stuck in 1944. While Orwell still wonders how his book trickled down the socio-economic ladder.
If the strong inherit Hell, what happens to Earth? Heaven will sit empty, a new Waste Land. Unless you count The Hollow Men. Eliot would chuckle. While Rich would grab her snorkel and mask and sink to the depths, a trident-shaped vibrator in her left hand. Sinister in Latin. Buffy holds a cross in her right. But Dexter was a serial killer. What was right about that???
You have to pay to play. Nothing is free. Not even my words. The page is a chess board. You are being moved, like a pawn. Though, frankly, I was looking for a courageous King to make a move on my cunning linguist of a Queen. But unlike life, the game of chess gives women freedom. And, respect. While Freud, who wanted to fuck his mother, assumed all women were narcissists for wearing make up. Missing the pointy-toed Manolo, aren't we, Sigmund??? Male narcissists were behind that trend, too. Like the skirt. It's sexy. But only because it was meant for easy access. Like cyberstalkers trolling my public social media. Just make sure you clean up with a tissue when you're done....
I'm thirsty. Kool-Aid anyone???
I do not know where I shall sleep. Or, keep. Perhaps "steep" is the better term. For terminal. But no one rides the bus anymore. They just #Follow.
#BreadCrumbs
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