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Generation Of Feathers And Stripes


20 Aug

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Hiding In Plain Sight

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I watched a presentation on PBS on depression and one interviewed therapist said that people who suffer from depression actually have a very accurate picture of themselves and the world around them. It's the one's who are happy who are deluding themselves. I thought this in terms of hammers and nails, since it's the happy people who tell you that you aren't normal and to cheer up and all that crap.

Ever since then, when I get down or frustrated or whatever I just think, "HEY, I'M THE ONE BEING REALISTIC. YOU, GET THAT SILLY GRIN OFF YOUR FACE. YOU'RE MISERABLE. FACE FACTS. I DID."

It is also notable that the depressed compatriots among us who really know what's going on are given medication to stop them from being realistic! I'm not sure where to even GO with this line of thinking but all of it really disturbs me. Although, it pains me to think that the people who use recreational drugs to "escape" reality probably have a real handle on things and those who choose not to escape are really messed up, or else are a major part of the problem since they are the backbone of the existing power structure they protect and serve.

But undiluted self-interest is as bogus as the converse. So the paradox remains. Is the algebra of happiness a reality marked by self-interest, or is the algebra of reality simply the starting gate for all unhappiness. In others words, might thinkers always think themselves into unhappiness, despite any slant given to the freedom of individuality? After all, paradoxes like nature, abhor a vacuum, a generation of feathers and stripes, and the Washington Redskins name…
I also think that other people don't mind that certain folks are miserable. They just don't want to have to deal with it so if you hold it in and suffer your pain all by yourself, that's okay. However, if your bucket of pain gets full and you shoot up a post office, it's a problem. Some say vent it in low dosages. Better to play ball, sweat it out, just punch a wall now and then or kick all the unwelcome guests out of your house if they're spiking your misery index than to shop the ammo section of the local K-Mart and saunter off to happy hunting grounds. Seriously, people. Take guns away from whackos. But ask yourself why we have so many whackos diabolically sporting around these days as opposed to the 1950s, or do we?

Have statistics been skewed beyond the recognition of right and wrong in an era when happiness has fewer and fewer takers?

On the other hand, how realistic is it for one to EVER think oneself responsible for the dingbats and wingnuts of the whole stinking world, moonlighting on some pedestal, self-annointed, as some holy roller savior of billions, pocketing millions, or maybe not even a dime, but nevertheless fainting and feigning lockjawed over that brother's keeper line of reasoning? Steve Taylor often has said he could care less for ANYBODY save his own small circle of friends and his family. Worth noting. Hence, a generally happy outlook because he has relieved himself of a responsibility no one can shoulder realistically anyhow. Smart approach as a starting point.

In this case, the sad eyed prophet is the delusional one who frets over the world's problems UNREAListically, injuring himself in the process. But undiluted self-interest is as bogus as the converse. So the paradox remains. Is the algebra of happiness a reality marked by self-interest, or is the algebra of reality simply the starting gate for all unhappiness. In others words, might thinkers always think themselves into unhappiness, despite any slant given to the freedom of individuality? After all, paradoxes like nature, abhor a vacuum, a generation of feathers and stripes, and the Washington Redskins name...

Dangerous Liaisons Again For The Third Day Of Five This Week


12 Jan

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Queen Precipitation

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Date: Fri Jan 12, 1996 11:06:15 AM America/New_York

Space, the third wave of Blizzard '96 is beginning to taper with snow turning to freezing rain, not a pleasant transition. Still haven't gotten around to the back side of the houser to dig out from thhe first two waves. Geesh, what a weather surge, all very new to a southern neck like myself even after twelve years here. Now there's talk on TV about shoveling off flat roofs that may not be able to support all this precip...

Nothing to be classified a true flu or cold, despite that last letter in which I described certain symptoms. They blew over. How much longer my luck will hold out is anybody's guess. Sue's stuck home in dangerous liaisons again for the third day of five this week as the train system's clogged and suffering severe ice lag timing. It's no exaggeration to say DC is crippled by this icy January jolt, and my cabin fever (plus fried air syndrome) have sent me into sleeping mode, can't wake up, slight depression I suppose because my synapses don't seem to firing at regular intervals.

And my service provider is down, so I can't even escape out into the web of forbidden enchantments. By the way, did you ever get any response from the GeoCities tech team? Lemme keep this short. Just ain't up to fluid (or fluent) chat this morning. Gawd I feel out of it!

Fats

S A M P L E X

"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""


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