brave new world to bravely unfurl and give it a whirl
twist it back up, writhe in a cup, dilute what's up
we break the mold yet do as we're told and escape the fold
It can seem like there's something wrong with feeling alone. One of my favorite Netflix shows has a character talking with a dead person, and the live character says, "I'm talking with myself. That's a sign of craziness." This is a big part of modern culture. Natural stuff like loneliness and talking with the self are misunderstood and pathologized.
Couple the concepts with a cultural repression of sexual identity, and it's no wonder fucked situations develop. When you have entire generations who make fun of rather than understand emotions, life becomes a shell. On the other hand, delving into emotions and living them to extremes creates chaos.
Consistent effort can create a balance between logic and emotion. Yet even when this balance arrives, life situations and the whims of other minds may disillusion. Other personalities can be huge haters, grubbers, and general fuckerheads. So that's yet another layer of effort!
We're all just doing our best to make it in this world. This concept used to really turn me off. The best just isn't good enough! Things need to pick up or get out of the fucking way!
You see, my family of origin held kindness in short supply. There just wasn't a bunch of time to "waste" on gentle words. It was: Get over it, shut up, move on. It was: Attack or be attacked. This was the best we could muster at the time.
War will do this to people. It will twist emotion from grasp and toss it aside as a matter of survival. It makes sense, really. If you are in a constant state of threat, your being will shut down certain elements in order to have enough energy to continue your existence. This is biology in action. When the threats subside, sometimes survival patterns continue. This may manifest as anxiety, a need to be right at all costs, and other combinations like addiction and excessive socializing or isolation.
Well hello there.