Arguing with faith and pissing into the wind have a thing or two in common.
As far as the post election meltdowns I watched much of the day? Far be it from me to rescue the obnoxiously self-righteous from the "pride cometh before a fall" principle.
Good luck with your condescending self delusion, aka learning the hard way.
If you find yourself angrily - or, worse yet, hysterically - abandoning either of these links early on, you have my permission to find a good analyst/therapist:
Why Trump Won (David Sacks)Please don't reply to anything I write as though you know what I mean. In doing so, you'll likely be hurting yourself with my words, yet holding me responsible.
You think you know what I mean, but you don't. All you have are the words: you assign meaning, context, significance, intent, etc. to them.
That's all you.
A more effective - or is it merely more honest? - response would be to yourself (which, of course, could still be posted in public if it suits you), explaining how you took the words, perhaps with analysis of how/why that happened, additional past life experiences that were likely the biggest influencers of how/what that happened, etc.
Because that - i.e. you taking the words in varieties of ways - is what happened.
Ever notice that when people take offense, it's really more that they make offense?
And that - in related news - the "take away" is really more the "make away"?
But, of course, an ego could never admit to that, i.e. that it not only makes its own problem, that it *is* its own problem?
Misunderstanding is always on the receiving end, because the delivering end couldn't possibly have anything to do with the thought processes, past thought history, memory, etc. of the receiving end.
But a core aspect of the ego game is insisting that all but itself is the source of all its problems.
It's not that some egos are victims and some aren't: all egos are the essence of victimhood. It's just that some (the ones that don't think they are) are clever enough to notice the argument against its victimhood, and thus pre-loads its game with the notion that it's one of the few egos that doesn't play the victimhood game.
(Inasmuch as it can be said.)
The sense of Truth seems inversely proportional to the number of seconds that have passed in a day.
In other words, after dream/nightmare related confusion dispels, it seems rather obvious.
But the idea of self/person/individual reasserts, as - respectively - does faith in the world that comes with faith in said self/person/individual.
And then eventually that self/person/individual's wife awakens, and her incessant talking and asserts of what all we must do today to fulfill responsibilities and, therein, be happy intensifies the sense of the world being real - as opposed to merely appearance.
And somewhere along that tragic-tory, the Truth disappears behind the illusion of the world altogether, the illusion of the world instantly becoming the Reality.
New cycle thereof next day.
Crazy dream of playing craps in a gambling section of a Mexican grocery store, attempting to describe to the owner I thought one of the dealers was cheating. Somewhere in the midst of my explanation I also realized that the table layout was missing a lot of standard bets, which got me wondering how I was going to bring that up with this fellow, whom I could tell thought I was a schmuck.
It was a classic case of too good to be true coming to less than good fruition. The "too good" part was that it wasn't far from where I lived, and it was a $1 game (these days it's nearly impossible to find a craps table that's less than a $10 game).
Anyway, awoke rather stressed out about all that, and over a secondary facet of the dream being that I was there with my brother, and we needed to be somewhere else soon for my dad, but this arguing with the grocery store owner thing was going much longer that I could have imagined, so we were clearly going to be late, and I rather despise being late.
Sheesh... when even dreams aren't free of "hell is other people"....