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Community Journal: Family & Relationships
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um3b0sh1 May 6, 2024, 7:11 PM"Kozmo (my cat) got on my lap and wanted pets, but managed to sneak the VBS into the cuddle session "View my Commitment -
wackomode41 May 6, 2024, 9:57 AM"shit it totally forgot about this. tbh i don’t really need motivation rn bc the exam is tmr. dam $40 to trump. whoops"View my Commitment -
Jortega1 May 6, 2024, 12:52 AM" Yestereve total fail. Was going okay all day until about 6pm, when another well-intentioned effort at helping a relatively trivial art task with skill experience quickly got out of our control and spiralled into a cascade of reciprocally intensifying emotionally charged conceptual misunderstandings (too rapidly picking up logic-clouding emotional momentum) and descended/escalated into the destructive cycle of her emotional overwhelm (with accompanying crying expression) exacerbated by my mounting sense of frustration-->anger-->runaway rapid thinking pontification which I characteristically mistook for unassailable assurance of (self)righteous knowledge, and pontification accompanied by condescending judgment, both furthering her overwhelming confusion (only intensifying by my pathologically mounting rapid thinking/conclusions), and proportionally slipping of the real observational logic of what was really going on in the rapidly deteriorating control of the situation. Increasingly blind to focusing my actions from constructive mutual understanding and help to utter self protection and justification for my increasingly hurtful language, tone, and voice level. By the exhaustion stage, she was so far behind being able to process and kindly address my accelerating runaway emotional hijack (to which of course I was completely blind to) and absorbing increasingly aggressive judgments coupled with the crazymaking accusations to her of incapacity for logical thought, real lack of sober emotional control, and arch-asshole sense of scientific (masked moralizing) patronizing of knowing what's best for both of us both in this current situation, and in the typical verdict of unilaterally laying the ground rules for future (one-sided: she was not being aggressive or defensive) 'confrontations'. Horrid, typical personal/historical pathology cycle of false self-convinced, unassailably 'right', assurance of just/coolheadedly logical thinking, lethally mixing with the metafactual blindness to self analysis/awareness of what I'm really doing/what's really happening to my slipping control over irrational thinking. All this outwardly masked (unintentionally/unself-aware) by assuring my stance as THE logical party (when I'm the one really under the hijack of accelerated causational-thinking-mistaken-for-empirical-thinking in a self-justifying lunacy of rapid-sequential thinking that had long-ago abandoned real observation/silent, patient listening, and (now hopelessly late) giving her any time to calmly (and heroically) master her attempts to control her overpowering emotion (born from a noble kindness and benevolent nature) AND process it to reach a peaceable solution and MUTUALLY helpful solution that ends this horrific and hurtful cycle. Lunatic. Utterly geomentrically crazymaking for her compounded with the paralysing paradigm of myself concluding I'm the logical 'one' being made (with it's inevitable implied accusation) to stonily endure/withstand a storm of emotional hysteria and the eventually complete shift to my own protection and desire for restitution. Absolutely crazymaking for her, insufferable, and I'm so undeserving of her obvious forgiveness and futher (completely unjustified) tender attempts to assuage and sooth my deserved sense of guilt and complete shame. I became the biggest Dick possible. * This is how stupid men justify horrible actions and ruin the world, their better relationships, and themselves--naturally resulting in ruin and either self-justifying further indiscriminate violence upon everyone and/or eventual (equally violent) self-annihilation. Damned testosterone, Damned that shortest of fuses to explosive thoughts and actions, Damned Man. Men must always fight an inner war against an evolutionally reinforced penchant for conflict-thinking and violent action. Men have evolved to be cursed with an atavistic tend to rapidly become absolute monsters hopelessly beyond any level-headed sense of control to catch up. --"Quick to judge, quick to anger; slow to understand." ---Rush and...meta-paradoxically for my own writing here: --"ah, so typical of man to shift the blame for his goatish disposition on the charge of a star! [evolution/biological determinism/science]" ------Iago, Othello: Shakespeare [insanely paradoxical surmise from a cowardly, coldly-calculating, deceptive, arch-villain able and willing to accomplish satisfaction for his nefarious, self-absorbed awareness of unmanly personal inadequecies by cunning manipulation of another's misguidedly courageous capacity for grave action. Conclusions and Remedies: [hastily jotted (sic) in sadly-belated attempt at brevity: I've already wasted two+ good hours of time I could have been bending my efforts to good action and companionship, wallowing in self-absorbed writing] 1) Listen to her, you damned fool: this is why you've wound up having to use this app in the first place. 2) Listen more: give Jules the time she needs to override her benevolent nature for empathy to process your mounting lunacy, or at least keep some margin of hope at catching up. 3) [you guessed it] Listen even more: and keep a short choke-leash on your own insufferable false sense of self-righteous rationality: it's actually a rabid pit-dog raised in a fighting corral. 4) Soberly realize and keep focused on the solid fact that there isn't just one grand, just type and State of Logic. If you turn your logic card over you'll sadly realize you self-drunkedly wrote your own name and qualifications yourself, under the guise of an entirely fabricated committee of licenced and qualified professional arbiters of membership to the Esteemed Brotherhood of Logic. 5) Exercise more, and look into upping your meds, you lunatic 6)....oh you're insufferable, just stop here. "View my Commitment -
