Angry rants are supposed to be pointed things, turned outward at an external world that needs some comeuppance. It is difficult to be properly vitriolic at ones self, the results are always mopey and the introspection adds tones of pleading and remorse.
There is a loop hole of course. There is always a loop hole.
It isn’t that navel gazing is particularly outright detrimental it just happens to be used as a justification for actual effort, for real thought, as much an excuse for philosophy as religion is.
These are all tawdry uses of a fundamentally important step in the creation of self. Introspection is not the enemy, introspection is just a friend that has an amazing propensity for selling you out to the first group that mentions your name.
The walls of a person are sometimes erected to keep things in as much as keep things out, but like all specimens in horror and action movies, the first time you start to sympathise with the monster inside is when it decides to rip through your abdomen and run amok in the facility until someone kills it. Usually with fire of some sort.
As a society we have never moved past the fascination we have with our first invention, and not moving past the first triumph is pretty much the crux of this argument. If you can’t seem to move to goal number 2 and assume goal number 1′s achievement will carry you the duration, then you are very likely to end up in some pit somewhere wallowing until you run out of food.
Emotionally devastated, morally lazy, ethically hypercritical, these are the trademarks of a person who has lost the rhythm, who cannot find the downbeat and get back in step with reality. It is all a complex system of not being where you should be when you should be, and the pointing and laughing will echo less loudly then the sounds of your footsteps as they land just out of step time and time again.
It isn’t always dire, it isn’t always your fault, it isn’t always happy, it isn’t always somebody else’s fault.
And you live with the guilt of the reasoning of the fascination of the seeking for the yearning.
And, yes, that is a sentence, and no, I’m not going to be more clear, the vague feeling is a part of the whole.
We long to fill the void with something, and the longer we shovel information and stuff into the void the bigger and deeper the void gets. Because the void is there to be fed, and the only way to exhaust a void is to ignore it and wait for it to close up on its self.
But a void is a like a headache, to close the core, to settled near the center. Everything you do to avoid it just pumps blood in the vicinity and calls attention to itself.
Distraction is the only way to stop introspection, and introspection has become a distraction from people who are so over saturated with external concerns about their internal selves that they will never find a stretch of solace long enough to notice.
Filed under: Tame by Comparison
