Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Take a walk on the wild(er) side
Walking down the street.
Seems like the most average of all human endeavours. But not for everyone...
Some of us can't even take that for granted. And I don't meen the agoraphobic.
Some if us have a condition in our nature that causes strife with others that pass us down the street, while we're walking to work, to school, to the gym, to meet friends. When we're returning home or just taking a stroll around the neighbourhood.
Our mere presence disturbs these others, even though we are not doing anything out of the ordinary. We may have never seen them before, spoken to them directly, or even have made eye contact. But our existence is enough to make them feel an uncontrolable urge to mock us.
It is sad for me to experience this on a daily basis - not everyday, but often.
I fail to comprehend how that can be satisfying for anyone. It won't make a difference: it's not like I'll stop being who I am because they made fun of me.
It makes me sad, it makes me angry, it makes me doubt the quality of the human race. But it doesn't make me straight.
Seems like the most average of all human endeavours. But not for everyone...
Some of us can't even take that for granted. And I don't meen the agoraphobic.
Some if us have a condition in our nature that causes strife with others that pass us down the street, while we're walking to work, to school, to the gym, to meet friends. When we're returning home or just taking a stroll around the neighbourhood.
Our mere presence disturbs these others, even though we are not doing anything out of the ordinary. We may have never seen them before, spoken to them directly, or even have made eye contact. But our existence is enough to make them feel an uncontrolable urge to mock us.
It is sad for me to experience this on a daily basis - not everyday, but often.
I fail to comprehend how that can be satisfying for anyone. It won't make a difference: it's not like I'll stop being who I am because they made fun of me.
It makes me sad, it makes me angry, it makes me doubt the quality of the human race. But it doesn't make me straight.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Reality is perception
People seem to think that indifference is a neutral state, above and beyond love and hate. I think this is a misconception. Indifference is, in truth, a state before such notions. We are indifferent to something when it does not provoke our attention, when it's not present in our perception. Once something is present (to us), we can never be indifferent to it again. We cannot "un-see" it.
Indifference has an opposite unto itself: obsession. If indifference is that pristine state where things are not perceived by us - pristine, because it hasn't been altered by things that have not been perceived -, obsession is the state where something is so present in our reality that it overwhelms everything else.
What people refer to when they express the need to be over love and hate, is more correctly defined as "disregard", as I see it. Being the opposite of "care", disregard is that state in which you simply "don't care any more", "can't be bothered by". It no longer carries for you the emotional weight of either love or hate.
Indifference has an opposite unto itself: obsession. If indifference is that pristine state where things are not perceived by us - pristine, because it hasn't been altered by things that have not been perceived -, obsession is the state where something is so present in our reality that it overwhelms everything else.
What people refer to when they express the need to be over love and hate, is more correctly defined as "disregard", as I see it. Being the opposite of "care", disregard is that state in which you simply "don't care any more", "can't be bothered by". It no longer carries for you the emotional weight of either love or hate.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Once upon a blog...
F1rst!!!! XD
So, at the suggestion of a friend, I finally decided to start my own blog. I had debated with myself the notion of having a place to write down some of the things that go through my mind, and the Facebook page just wasn't enough :P
For some reason, I always felt like blogs are to our generation's adult years what diaries were for our childhood and adolescence. But with a hint of defiance and exhibitionism. It's all those little things we never wanted our moms to read, and now we like to show them off. Our thoughts, opinions, crushes, hatreds and pointless rants after one of "those" days.
Don't let the title of my profile here and the variation on the title set you off. "Imperious Perfect" is the name of a card from Magic: The Gathering (tm). It's set in a world where beauty equals divinity. In that world, the Imperious Perfect is - for the duration of their beauty - the height of perfection and, therefore, authority.
I don't claim to be perfect in any way, so the title is not a symptom of any delusions of grandeur on my part. It is, if anything, a tongue-in-cheek remark on all the things/people/situations that are, at any given point in my life imperiously perfect, despite and inspite, of what they were before, and will be after.
On that note: "The worst kind of perfectionist is that whose perfectionism is at risk of offending the self-esteem of others."
(I got that from a book. Don't remember which one. I have the bad habit of collecting quotes that appeal to me without noting the place I'm quoting them from. I'll work on that.)
... So, enjoy and thanks for stopping by :)
So, at the suggestion of a friend, I finally decided to start my own blog. I had debated with myself the notion of having a place to write down some of the things that go through my mind, and the Facebook page just wasn't enough :P
For some reason, I always felt like blogs are to our generation's adult years what diaries were for our childhood and adolescence. But with a hint of defiance and exhibitionism. It's all those little things we never wanted our moms to read, and now we like to show them off. Our thoughts, opinions, crushes, hatreds and pointless rants after one of "those" days.
Don't let the title of my profile here and the variation on the title set you off. "Imperious Perfect" is the name of a card from Magic: The Gathering (tm). It's set in a world where beauty equals divinity. In that world, the Imperious Perfect is - for the duration of their beauty - the height of perfection and, therefore, authority.
I don't claim to be perfect in any way, so the title is not a symptom of any delusions of grandeur on my part. It is, if anything, a tongue-in-cheek remark on all the things/people/situations that are, at any given point in my life imperiously perfect, despite and inspite, of what they were before, and will be after.
On that note: "The worst kind of perfectionist is that whose perfectionism is at risk of offending the self-esteem of others."
(I got that from a book. Don't remember which one. I have the bad habit of collecting quotes that appeal to me without noting the place I'm quoting them from. I'll work on that.)
... So, enjoy and thanks for stopping by :)
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