Momma never told me…

I was recently delivered some rather sobering news.  I’m still putting on the public display of “oh, I wonder what caused this?”  In reality I have a pretty good idea what caused it and it made me think of all those warnings they gave to us as kids.

You know “don’t do LSD or you’ll think you can fly and jump off a bridge”, or “you can die from a single use of cocaine”.  All those “drugs kill” warnings that we’d all heard so much of back in the day of Nancy Reagan.

The problem was that we didn’t see anyone dying so we knew they were lying.  Just that same weak-ass scare tactic reminiscent of Reefer Madness.  Well, I guess I knew drugs could kill, but that was heroin that created those pale bodies I was ushered out of the house by on multiple occasions, but we all knew that crap was pure poison.  Poison that took my mother several years ago after being and addict since her teens.

But as far as the other stuff, we’d used it all and laughed off those warnings.  All those years and all those adventures and only lost one friend, but who the hell takes several doses of acid and sleeps with a shotgun in their sleeping bad after doing weird ass wicca rituals?

Now what they should have told us was the following:  “Someday you’ll make it past all this shit.  Yeah, you’ll still be scarred from your shitty excuse of a childhood, but you’ll rise above.  You’ll find love and someone you want to grow up with, raise some kids you are proud of, and then have grand-kids.  Then when you look forward to watching your grandchildren growing up you’re going to get knocked on your ass out of the blue.  You won’t be drinking, smoking, or doing anything wrong; you’ll just have your wife rush you to the hospital with this terrified look on her face like she’s watching her life ripped from her chest right in front of you.  Then you’ll lay there a couple days in a haze wondering what the hell has happened and various medical folks will blow smoke up your ass and not give you a straight answer.  Then after a few days of thinking things might be back to normal you’re going to have to go to a small room with a doctor you’re pretty sure is a little light in the loafers with his smug little assistant that you deduce is his gay lover and really in charge of the relationship.  Then that doctor (who is several years your junior) is going to give you some news that is going to change your life (or at least what’s left of it.)  Then you will regret all of this and wish it never happened.”

Now if someone had lad that shit on me in a moment of sobriety, I’d have double-thought that “all you could snort” straight off the brick coke buffet the Mexicans treated me to for being their street level front for coke heads and junkies (a position I inherited when I came home one day and found a note from my mom saying “you’re 18 now, sell what is left in the house, the family has had to leave town”).

But then again, a paid motel room, all the coke you and that piece of ass joined to you at the crotch could snort… yeah, I still wouldn’t have believed them and my dumb ass still would have chose the coke.

I don’t come ’round here (much) no more…

Sorry, in the scope of things and after attitudes have changed this just doesn’t get much trickle-down time.  I leave it up for historical purposes and perhaps may come and produce more content some day.  For now, it’s just sitting here doing nothing.

This also means that since I don’t have the time to do much with it, comments, etc. just sit out in the ether awaiting approval (moderation put on after a bunch of cop club folks thought they could use this as a platform… well, in my world, I get to shut *you* up so “respect my authoritay!”)

Narcissists

When I used to meet people who presented themselves as superior, I would often defer to them. I allowed myself to think that such individuals were confident because they were different than others.  I was right that such people are different.  They are different because they are deeply wounded.

When a child is abused or experiences some kind of a trauma his mind attempts to determine a method to help him forget his wounds and prevent this abuse from happening again.  As a method of defense, narcissism is developed.

When this person feels he is weak and vulnerable, out if insecurity he escapes to a new identity. The identity of a superior person who can not be harmed. This is the story of most narcissists; a solid shell that masks a deep sense of inferiority.

Why does the narcissist want to be feared? Why does he want to be ultimately strong? Why does he want to have tremendous achievements?   He wants these because he is afraid, because he feels weak, and because he feels that he is worthless.

Narcissism is game of compensation as the narcissists strive to get what they feel they lack. If one is after a feeling of power, is is because they feel weak; if they are after excessive admiration, is is because they are feel worthless.

See them for what they are.  Just a wounded, sad, soul.  How you respond to them is your own choice though.

Weakness

There is a weakness that resides in each man. Some are better at overcoming or hiding it. Some of them, to expose their weakness all you need to do is give them what they perceive as power.

This internal weakness is then exercised through an abuse of the power they feel they now possess. The more they exercise it, the weaker they become, and the more they fear. This leads to a greater desire for even more power and the cycle continues on and on, cascading into self destruction.

What is perceived as power can come from many areas. Sometimes it is a simple authority over others. For some men its simply the role of father. For others, it’s the manager tag at a fast food joint, it can be a badge if one is so inclined, and in some cases it can be the patch of a motorcycle club with a misunderstood image of what it represents.

I’ve seen so much wrong inflicted by mean spirited jerks who get a sense of power. Sometimes the best solution is just a flat out “attitude adjustment” which will humble a man. But, for some (for example those with badges) they are protected and insulated from any sort of corrective action.

You can see this weakness in some men and you can sense their fear. Stay away from these types. Do not trust them, do not honor them, and definitely do not grant them any power over you. Most of all, do not become one of them.

To be a man…

“Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of himself without police protection is both. It is as cowardly to betray an offender to justice, even though his offences be against yourself, as it is not to avenge an injury by violence. It is dastardly and contemptible in a wounded man to betray the name of his assailant, because if he recovers, he must naturally expect to take vengeance himself.”

It only needs some hisses and pops…

For me this is one of these songs that conjures so many memories:

Although, now that I’m “getting old”, it takes on new meanings deeper than even the memories of hearing this as a kid on the record player as a youngster.

I guess one could say that a song like this is like one of those fine wines, cigars, etc. where you could savor all the subtle flavors and such. But not knowing much about fine wines or cigars, I don’t know if I’m qualified for that analogy. But, I’m sure folks would know what I mean.

Erasing Hate

I just watched the movie Erasing Hate.  See the following trailer…

At first I was almost immediately turned off as I couldn’t shake the feeling of it being SPLC propaganda.   I also get perturbed by the word “hate” being thrown around the way it does now days, although in this movie I realized it’s appropriate.  But, it kind of brought up a lot of feelings about my own past and things that I still struggle with.

No, I’ve never been a Nazi skinhead, or even a hard-core outspoken racist. But, as mentioned in previous posts (like Hiter hiding behind the door and Mama tried), my mom was what was referred to as a “Featherwood”. Her penchant for convicts led to me having numerous white power “step-fathers” in the house, and being exposed to this ideal.

[Note: I would like to say one thing about many of these “prison Nazi’s” of both genders: Most people don’t understand the racial politics of survival in penal institutions. I refuse to judge any of these individuals, including my own mother, because I understand why they did what they did. No I have never done time in a state correctional institute, but I believe what I’ve been told.]

Anyway, overall I did appreciate the movie for Brian’s experience.  It was rather interesting to see a physical representation of the undoing of one’s past.  But, it was a real ride to watch his physical and emotional transformation.  Granted, he had already left the lifestyle, but the tattoo removal brought up old feelings that were discussed on film.

There is a part of the film where Brian says (heavily paraphrased):

I did so much bad shit to people that didn’t even deserve it that I can’t forgive myself.  I know it says in the Bible that you have got to forgive yourself because God forgives you.  I may be forgiven by him, but I am having a hard time forgiving myself for all the bad shit I have done.

He then goes on to mention that over time it’s no longer angering, or nauseating to him, but rather it is just disappointing.  That right there hits the nail on the head and that is where it kind of started tugging at my own emotions.  As he said, he knows he is forgiven, but he can’t forgive himself.  It is amazing that years later, the regret and shame you can be flooded with for something that you’ve done in your past.

I used to jokingly say “it is better to regret something you did do, than something you didn’t do.”  Now I can honestly say that is flat out a load of crap.  It’s something that youngsters say to excuse their behavior.  Ask any old dude that believed that way when they were young and have later experienced major positive changes in their life and I bet they’ll also agree to it being bovine splatter.

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