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in a previous state of being, let us say a couple of years ago, I would simply reason the proper principle in this situation and abide by it - which is that towards which your advice tends. the greater fundamental drive of comfort, which echoes and adheres to in many ways our drive to survive. this would be proper because of all the things in my life, time appears to be the most precious, and survival seems to be that want to nurture it like a beautiful little rose (the variety that is encapsulated on the moon, if you will).
but now I have let go of imposing ideas and principles onto life. in a sense, instead of fighting with life in trying to impose my ego through pride, and forcing outcomes, and hoping for certain emotional realities. well, instead, I am trying to acknowledge it for what it is as best I can, and trying to work with and around it as efficiently as possible. although this is all still very theoretical.
I don't understand why people hurt themselves. I just didn't realize how much the person I'd fallen in love with over the past year had a knack for hurting herself. or maybe it's just that I ignored it? letting go/the break up has become the most inordinately difficult thing - emotionally - because of it. she overdose and ended up in the ICU a couple of days ago, and I'm sort of stranded in this in between of "we're not supposed to be talking" and ... well, the gooey stuff. and I don't just say we're not supposed to be talking as if it's a blindly prescribed thing - if we don't stop, this'll never end. and I feel like it really has to, for her sake.
and that's not even getting into whether or not I am/could be responsible for any of it. it's just paralyzing sometimes and I keep telling myself 'maybe next time I'll better know to deal with the situation' - and I wonder if I am not simply a cat gazing upon a little red dot I simply cannot catch while it zooms around the room. by that I mean, from a more naturalized perspective, am I just making a problem out of something when there's an obvious solution along the lines of 'this is just bad/pointless, so avoid it/stop wasting your time'.
You’re contradicting yourself, when you are saying we should accept death; and we can by surrounding ourselves with it. How can a drawing of a four-year old shock you then? She appears perfectly content with the topic, of blood death and otherwise. Wouldn’t that be a good thing then, as you have put it?
While apathy is rising, I don’t think this is due to a lack of sympathy. My take on this is that there is empathy, and sympathy plenty, though it is directed in a selfish manner foremostly. It ties in to what I said earlier:
And let me add, that “we don’t care for what we don’t know –but can only care that we don’t know”. Maybe that will emphasize my point.
No youth I have encountered to this date has been medicated –and I can say that, because I live in a very different society than yours. Nor have they been impolite, tempted to shoot someone, and yes, there are always some that fall of the wagon, but rather because they are too sensitive, than that they are desensitized.
Shouldn’t we be selfish in this society though? Their behavior is an adaptive mechanism, and can be put under evolution of our race as a whole. And, to add. In the seventies, when LSD and other substances weren’t yet illegal –weren’t we self-medicating then as well? We’ve just found other ways to cope. In the grand scheme of things, this really isn’t that shocking a progression.
To add to my experiences.
I’ve been in a class with peers ten years my junior; and I found all of them to be involved, empathic members of society. Children younger than that are still developing, and their actions are a direct result of education and parenting, rather than cognitive thought.
Don’t you think, by the way, that people who cling to faith so fervently, are scared too, and have just found a way to cope with that fear through belief?
Not really metal, but rough enough around the edges to be somewhere in the same stratosphere. I may have kicked over the band you mentioned between 13-15, before I picked up into far more intense punk and metal. There was always something about the explosiveness of metal that calmed me down and made me feel centered. If you're feeling especially courageous, look up goatwhore - they main staged the first serious concert I went to.
And it's fine. There's really no huge rush, ever. sometimes it takes me 6 months.