After stumbling upon this while reading—without even being logged in, mind you—I found myself staring at the life story of someone on my ignore list. I didn't click through just to echo what Destiny said, though I find myself in total agreement with them. Well, perhaps there is one minor point of divergence regarding consciousness, but we have already exhausted that particular avenue of discussion.
It is truly fascinating, if a bit wearying, to witness the reactions people have when one begins to identify certain institutions as fundamentally criminal. Honestly, I have neither the energy nor the inclination to get into a shouting match over who knows whom or who has crossed whom—my apologies to everyone else for the bluntness.
Terry Gray60 said:They’ll probably just end up banning him 😬
😂
But the reality of the matter is that I actually know a guy who simply stopped speaking to me entirely following one of my posts. We have a personal acquaintance—or rather, we used to be acquainted.🤣
Furthermore, I find myself pondering a question. Who is actually present on this forum? Me. Am I a public institution? No, I am a private individual. Is this my private life? It certainly is.
Why on earth would anyone think it's their place to draft a set of regulations for someone else's private existence?
Chloe Barnes8 said:I mean, if we just start relativizing absolutely everything, then what's even the point? We might as well just throw in the towel...😍
Anyway, you look at the Antipsychiatry movement—they were pushing that exact same kind of logic. The whole "there's no such thing as a sick individual, only a sick society" vibe, blah blah blah...
That movement ended up being pretty notorious and fell apart fast because, well, people with mental health struggles were literally left wandering lost on the streets...
But, oh well, enough of that for tonight...
No hard feelings if I came on a little too strong... goodnight!🙂
Everything mentioned is perfectly valid. And therein lies the trouble. It is our own problem, not theirs. That is the crux of it. The issue I find so troubling is the sight of psychiatric patients simply wandering the streets. They are just drifting through life without direction.
mistybison said:It is a shame the original music video isn't on YouTube, because it is fantastic. 👍 😁 This is just a clip from that movie, 'Two O'Clock of Quality New Year's Programming.' In the film, you get into the club without a ticket if you can sing the best country song. Then, Gaga takes the stage. 😁 If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. It is quite fun. 🙂 (Assuming you enjoy that style of humor, of course.)
I find myself believing it is actually quite brilliant. There is this peculiar phenomenon where a culture begins to emerge solely to mock its own predecessor. It represents a fascinatingly massive shift for any nation, regardless of which one you might be referring to.
I suppose I shall head over to Canada once Ceca starts performing there. (Though I have already witnessed Himzo—half, a quarter, an eighth... he’s basically already been seen). Nowadays, the prevailing theory seems to be that these concerts are attended exclusively by Canadians. What strikes me as most unsettling is that there aren't even that many Canadians living in Canada itself. It is actually the Canadians who show up. I have gone to the trouble of observing the situation closely, and that is my takeaway.
So, I guess people obsessively counting their steps, resetting their watches every single hour, having hallucinations, or even pointing guns at people because they "just felt like it"... those aren't personality disorders either, right? That's just everyone expressing their unique individuality, isn't it?😁 😁
And so what? It’s just another set of rules and benchmarks established by the majority. That doesn't make it normal. The proof! I suspect that since I have read upwards of 10,000 books, I am somehow forbidden from taking a glance at The New York Post; otherwise, I might find myself reading every single word from the first page to the last, including the street address, the social security numbers, and every tedious detail regarding the publisher and the editor.
According to our current social norms, I am simply deemed "too well-read." 🤷
You might think I actually sit there reading the fine print on food labels, or that I recently insisted on finding out exactly when the rubber was manufactured on my car tires because I read somewhere that the date is tucked away inside the tread—an inquiry prompted entirely by something I had previously read... And when I head off on vacation, I pack a suitcase filled with nothing but the mountain of books I accumulated specifically for the occasion.
Ultimately, what is the true distinction between me and those people who compulsively count their steps or stare at their watches all day? It is merely a matter of contemporary social acceptability.
Chloe Barnes8 said:So, moving on... neuroses or those issues stemming from personality disorders are actually pretty well understood nowadays. There are real treatments out there too. It’s totally possible to find full recovery, and honestly, a lot of the time, psychotherapy alone does the heavy lifting...
I mean, we could all sit here playing amateur psychologist or leaning on that "intuitive psychology" everyone thinks they have, but let's be real—only a trained professional truly understands the actual mechanisms behind an illness, the structure of a disorder, its etiology, and all that technical stuff. If you end up in the hands of a solid professional and you're actually motivated to fix what's going on with you, you can achieve so much...🙂
I find myself wondering what one even means by a "personality disorder." In my view, a personality cannot be disordered; it simply is. What you characterize as "treatment" strikes me more as an attempt to reshape a person—to force them into some pre-approved mold of what society deems "normal." And if I may be so bold, that supposed normality is anything but. 🤷
Sandra Parker3 said:Look what I stumbled upon. It's an ONT—not like I had any say in the matter, just putting it out there... 😲...
Granted, it is ONT, but there is an undeniable, brilliant absurdity to its own distinct culture. It occurs to me that I might actually find myself starting to grasp this particular genre of music. The thing is, one shouldn't even approach it as something attempting to be profoundly meaningful in the first place.
rustymaker5 said:I think I’ve gotten a little lost in all these fairy tales you guys are spinning here, though maybe that’s just because my own memory of them has faded so much... they only really mattered back when I was some little kid, and since my daughter never cared for them, I never really had the chance to brush up on them or anything. But there is one particular fairy tale that people still cling to today, especially when it comes to how men and women interact... it goes something like this: "What we have is different, and if I just love him enough, I can change him." Unfortunately, that story never, ever has a happy ending...
That isn't love at all; it is quite clearly VAMPIRISM. They essentially wrap their arms around your neck and suck you dry. If you want proof that vampires actually exist, look no further. 🤷 I am entirely convinced that those old vampire myths are really just metaphors for exactly that kind of behavior.
The other day, my clutch decided to give up the ghost right in the middle of the road. I was left stranded on the shoulder of the highway, which effectively ruined my entire yesterday. A complete and utter nuisance. Then, as if on cue, the refrigerator died, followed by the television barely half an hour later. (It is one of those peculiar phenomena where everything you buy at once seems to reach its expiration date simultaneously. 🤷 ))
I suppose I choose to view it as a form of entertainment.
O.K. The reality is that I have the funds to cover all three repairs, which significantly alters the gravity of the situation; however, had I been lacking the means, we would have faced a domino effect—first the car, then the fridge two months down the line, and finally the TV.
Honestly, it seems N&N has simply concocted their own unique life script. 🤣
I am inclined to believe they have selected a sort of golden heart—though, perhaps not in the literal sense of a gold bullion, but rather as an abstract, supreme value, blah, blah...
As for the colors, I find myself thinking that Snow White and her seven decent gentlemen would be a much more fitting arrangement than the usual seven dwarves. I once encountered a fellow who truly understood this concept during his university days; studying was quite his forte. I remember arriving to collect my own study guides when he remarked, quite earnestly, that his mother had strictly warned him never to open the door, given that Washington, D.C. is such a massive, unpredictable city. 😍
My own subsequent vocabulary tends to drift into the realm of adult literature. 😍
To tell you the truth, reading the Brothers Karamazov has always been my most effective sleep aid. One is usually out cold after the first two sentences.
Since there’s certainly an element of truth to all of this—the whole business regarding fairy tales and those old folk stories—I found myself immediately diving into reading things like *The Girl from Space* and similar titles to my niece. My internal monologue was essentially, forget the prince; they simply aren't worth the investment...🙄
As for N&N, it isn't quite the first time I've encountered the term, though I must admit I am entirely in the dark as to what it actually entails.
Furthermore, I felt compelled to offer another observation. Is there not a certain point where the constant, obsessive tracking and broadcasting of "data"—driven by that specific sort of logic, you know the type—becomes something bordering on a need for clinical psychopathological evaluation? I mention this merely as an example that presented itself. It is precisely the kind of persona I go to great lengths to avoid; they are simply not my crowd. In fact, one could argue that even the most seasoned psychologists wouldn't be able to make much headway here. One's only real option would be to run for the hills, and then perhaps keep running...
There was this psychologist who developed the concept of the "life script," and he once had a patient—a woman perpetually struggling with her romantic choices. It suddenly dawned on him that she was essentially living out the story of Little Red Riding Hood. Her pattern was quite predictable: lure in a man, rip open his stomach, stuff him with rocks, and toss him down a well.
I actually saw a version of this play out with my cousin. Her fiancé basically dumped her right in the middle of a massive economic recession after handing her a pile of cash and asking her to exchange it for some different currency. She played along with the manipulation just long enough to turn a decent profit, then handed the money back and told him, quite triumphantly, to go handle his own affairs. Her specific "life script" was more akin to the Three Little Pigs; they spent their whole lives frantically building walls just to hide from the wolf. 4 So, you ladies can probably draw your own conclusions. For instance, my younger sister, who has spent her entire life chasing after buff bikers, is clearly following the Sleeping Beauty script. Of course, that guy on the motorcycle—his modern-day horse—never actually managed to wake her up, because usually, a loud engine is just an upgrade for a mediocre... 🤷
Puss in Boots? Honestly, I think Cinderella and Color would fare much better. Look, Arna... I understand the core essence of these things, but the granular details don't particularly interest me; I am, after all, a woman of science rather than psychology.
By the way, my own tendency leans toward Oscar Wilde: The Fisherman and His Soul. First, he cut himself away just to live alongside a mermaid, believing sea creatures were devoid of souls. Consequently, she wandered endlessly, witnessing everything and experiencing it all, eventually deceiving him by requesting to experience being part of him one last time. The thing is, you can only excise your soul once...
Jerry Martinez5 said:That’s exactly why I’m asking: can a therapist or psychiatrist actually help someone find a partner? Can we fix the reason we've been single for years just by changing ourselves through therapy?
I’m afraid the answer for Jerry Martinez5 is a resounding no. I know precisely what I require, and while therapists might attempt to guide me toward an answer, I simply refuse to be swayed. 🤷
Jerry Martinez5 said:You're missing out big time, 😉
or maybe you aren't if you're constantly surrounded by dozens of interesting, exciting people. But if it’s been ages since you actually felt a spark, or haven't even been excited by a new friend, then yeah, loosening up your standards would be pretty useful.
As for... well, I wouldn't touch that furniture either. At least for now.🤷
That is simply impossible; they aren't my crowd at all. It truly gets under my skin. It is precisely that one point that Cinderella keeps bringing up.
Angela Rogers2 said:heheheh Sandra Parker3 Rationalization is basically just when you hunt for an excuse for something you did mostly on instinct, trying to justify it to yourself first and then to everyone else later. And let's be real, the most common rationalization is when you're being a total jerk to someone and then claim, "I'm doing this for your own good." 😉 😁
We're essentially pack animals, and all those evolutionary factors have shaped us so that we can't really function without each other.
Now, it all depends on what pulls you in. Personally, I find muscular meatheads pretty gross. I was just watching Big Brother earlier, and Steve is absolutely unattractive and just an unpleasant guy to watch. I'm sure some woman out there looks at him and sees a literal Apollo. We humans have gotten really good at honing our specific "tools." For instance, one person might be charmed by someone with a great ear for music, another by a math whiz, someone else by a fashionista, or maybe a coin collector... but all of that is just displaying some kind of genetic blueprint—a specific skill set that you find attractive because you want to experience it or maybe pass it down to your kids. There are so many different factors playing a huge role in why two people are attracted to each other. I don't personally buy into the whole pheromone thing; unless someone can actually provide a solid, evidence-based argument for how they work, I'll probably just take it with a grain of salt. 🤷
Don't hold your breath. It is an undeniable biological fact that we emit pheromones, but the real mystery remains why I seem to be reacting to Matt instead of Anthony.
But honestly, when you’re hit over the head—or rather, when you get struck right where it counts—that sudden, overwhelming surge of desire... does it really matter if the object of your longing can spell correctly, sits gracefully at the dinner table, or avoids making noise while they eat?
Well, that is precisely the only thing that matters. Because if it weren't, wouldn't the opposite reaction hit you just as hard? People tend to move in herds, even if they prefer to call themselves a "social circle." Everyone belongs to one specific group, and most people spend their entire lives never stepping outside those boundaries.
For instance, in a crowd that prizes high-society etiquette and polished manners, I wouldn't last two minutes. On the other hand, in a crowd that spends its weekends listening to rowdy country music in a dive bar, I wouldn't even attempt it. Not even for a second.
What you’ve described is actually a way of determining whether someone truly belongs to your tribe or not.
By the way, I also believe it comes down to instinct. I recall a certain gentleman I was once enamored with—assuming I had any semblance of sanity at the time—with whom I wouldn't have even crossed a street. Sandra Parker3, it seems to me that this realization provides more than enough justification for being rational. It serves as a natural, built-in defense mechanism against a lifetime of sheer foolishness.
Chloe Barnes8 said:Times change, and so do the standards for what’s considered okay or even expected when it comes to gender roles... if those roles even need to exist at all, really...
Just a few decades ago, if a woman acted assertive, most psychologists or psychiatrists back then would have probably flagged it as being way too aggressive, maybe even "masculine," whereas today it's just a totally normal part of our social code... like...☕
And honestly, the same goes for men too... being a "macho man" isn't exactly an adaptive way to live, I don't think. It feels like psychology and counseling have actually made some strides here, really pushing for better communication and understanding needs between the genders...
If you were hitting a wall in your marriage or your relationship, would you immediately think about reaching out to a professional? The real question is, how much faith would you actually have in someone being able to fix things for you?
I wouldn't place an ounce of trust in Theresa, truly not even a fraction. My reasoning is somewhat circular, perhaps, but I am quite certain that if any friction exists within my relationships, I am solely and exclusively the architect of my own misfortune. And if those problems persist—well, then they are simply necessary components of my existence. 🤷 After all, one must always have something to occupy the mind.
Chloe Barnes8 said:Tanya, I have to hand it to you for being so creative... but a lot of what you're saying sounds like a lack of empathy, or maybe just personal bias rather than actual social trends regarding how men and women differ.
Also, since you're presenting yourself as such a powerhouse (a total amazonka, as they say), why haven't you and your friends been out at the local pubs retelling these stories the way guys do? 😁
What do you think the reason is for that? 🤷
There isn't any "lack of sensitivity" involved here. It is simply designed for its intended purpose, and frankly, there isn't much need for overthinking it.
Why should there be? I am not particularly concerned with the minor details; my interest lies in maintaining a fulfilling sex life, and I feel no compulsion to dissect it endlessly. When I am out with my friends, we generally find ourselves discussing entirely different matters altogether.
Chloe Barnes8, let's be perfectly honest: when you are busy studying, all you really need is a hardworking Canadian lumberjack and nothing more. There is truly nothing left to discuss on the matter. 🤷