Tag Archives: philosophy

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Left to my own devices… Why must that be such an imbalanced state? Can’t I just be left alone once in a while? Must I always feel I am teetering on the precipice of making all the worst choices for myself if I have no one to lean up against and be guided by? I am noticing just how emotional it all is, not sufficiently logical or intellectual. I am not really an idiot. I know reasonably well how to be a functioning member of society and how not to be an assortment of self-destructive behaviors. I am just way too infantile in my reactiveness.
Oh, no! I have once again been abandoned! I will wither away and die! Where is my mother’s breast to suckle on? What will provide some modicum of comfort in this total void in which I find myself? Isn’t there one person who loves me in all of this world?

It is great when you find rapport and solidarity with those whom you spend time with. It is crucial to have that give and take, that pushing and pulling of personalities and passions. I think I might also need to acquire that in my solitary life. In other words, there is no such thing as unadulterated solitude. There always need be a flow, an awareness and participation in the yin and yang, the attraction and repulsion, the artist and the scientist, the cleanliness and the disarray, the mob and the hermit, between yourself and the surrounding community. Maybe my own devices are not as much my own as I originally thought.

Perhaps the difference between an infant and myself is the capacity for creative spark. I do not need to rely on someone else to make known my innate contributions to the universe. I do not need to wait until someone translates my feelings in order to compare and contrast them with those around me, eventually collaborating with my brothers and sisters of humanity. I am my own flower, capable of however much blooming I opt for at the moment.

originally published on 8/20/09

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It goes way back. All the way to the beginning. But that’s not what I’d like to think. I keep thinking there are new signposts all along the way. But what about Buddhism? That blames life itself for your woes. Once you’re born you’re in for it. Maybe that’s like original sin.

The important thing is to get a little perspective on the matter. To get an overview. There are deeper things than what Hollywood would like you to think make or break a life. Not that it’s really Hollywood’s fault. It’s a natural mistake. You look to the people closest to you and closest to the present moment for some sense of reality. Why would something that happened more than 30 years ago be more relevant? We forget that we were once something other than an assortment of quirks. We were all possibilities. Life oddly brainwashes you. But the real you is not brainwashed. The real you is free and easy. Malleable. Observant. Non-reactive. We just forgot.

originally published on 9/4/09

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I just noticed that I was about to repeat myself here. Imagine that. I suppose I might be able to work out some of my patterned behavior if I dissect this blog a bit. If I were to figure out what my patterns were, would that be of some help for me, or am I really unchangeable deep down? Do you try to accept who you are and make your life fit around you, or do you try to accomplish certain things in life and work to fitting your personal tendencies better? Is pain or pleasure better at urging you to change? I think pleasure and comfort actually tend to pull me back to earlier patterns, whereas discomfort and sorrow require some new action be taken.

What I was wondering is, are there long-range patterns which I could decipher? I think today is a new day, but is it? Maybe today is the 4th day of a bi-weekly pattern which I just haven’t figured out yet. Perhaps knowing that would give me the opportunity to observe this ebb and flow of my moods and habits. If I can observe, then I can see which things are serving me well and which are ridiculously useless. Maybe I can plan out a new map for how I will manage the natural shapes of my cycles.

originally published on 9/13/09

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Cognitive therapy. Working on actions instead of feelings. Ineffective actions. They probably stem from feelings initially. I am thinking that I learned these coping actions from some of the same people who caused the weird feelings. Maybe all of the same people. But the bad feelings may be passed on from their bad feelings, just like the bad coping techniques. So I am being misled into copying techniques which didn’t work for them, either.
This journaling seems to be a superior coping technique, versus some of the ones I picked up. For instance, I may have actually learned dissociation. I was assuming that it is an instinctual reaction to unpleasant or traumatic situations, but it could also be a learned behavior, I suppose. “Depression is Contagious” style of learning. Environmental depression. Habitual depression. My low-grade depression goes hand-in-hand with my lower end coping techniques. They get me by, but not in a high-functioning way. It explains why I don’t let myself stay healthy for very long without an infusion of self-destruction. I am finding that comfort zone where I am mildly depressed.

And there is another side – I am born with these propensities. They are both not taught and not reactions to anything. They are my biology. Or maybe they’re a response to my biology. There’s also my own behavior choices, which lead to ingrained ways of thinking and feeling – like being a musician might make me moodier or more solitary, or more introspective. Even being a cellist, to be very specific.

So what happens is I cannot trust my own instinctual reactions or propensities. I have been taught or born maladaptively, so I live that way. I live sad or I live manic. But sad and manic are not happy. Although everyone wears masks, mine are more prohibitive than most. They seem less functional.

I would like to accumulate a repertoire of pro-adaptive activities. I do try. They seem to come and go. They lie on the whispering wind.

originally published on 11/29/09