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Tuesday, November 27, 2007 @ 11:38 AM
was thinking about competitve anger today, so here is a super long post. maybe? Competitive anger and the rising insult begins with an innocuous look leading to an escalating glare and a high-alert furrowed brow. Then words are spoken in anger and a subtle hate begins to boil. Actions follow. An middle finger stabs the air in rising insult. A palm becomes a fist. Shoulders tense in flight. Lines are tempted and crossed and one can never return emotional zero because the competitive urge must be filled with devastation and the rising insult only declines in explosion. The most dangerous sort of competitive anger and the rising insult is contempt. Contempt lives a quiet and insidious life — but more than blackened eye or bleeding throat — contempt invisibly rots you out from the inside. Contempt destroys families and careers and dreams. Contempt is unspoken, but never quiet. Contempt is ruthless, but always shy. Contempt is deadly when wielded in the name of those you claim to adore. Contempt is the most vicious killer of the precious and the beloved. true isnt it? "love your neighbour", but in today's context, I no longer know what they mean by love. Read another post that said that love is contempt. but yet. how can two such conlicting emotions, such complex webs interwine together, to be in conjuction? Isnt this what happens all the time in the world? I remember telling someone before that I want to be a monster, those that hide under the covers, those that hide under the bed and eats up the kids while they sleep. then, they needn't face the ugly world, that only grows uglier as they grow. they leave with beautiful memories of this world. their world without prejudice, without hurt, being coccooned and protected. the innocence in their eyes, taken over by a sort of weary fear as they grow up further..all these so apparent in the little ones. maybe we will be desansatised by the world, but in the soft center of our hearts, it is apparent that no one would or could forget the innocence of the young. "sometimes in the pursuit of own goals, we lose ourselves."-how true, how sincere. |
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