Everywhere one turns one hears: “don’t judge me!” or “I can do whatever I want as long as I don’t hurt anybody!” But, is that really true? And in this statement, aren’t we all judging something? Am I not now How is that you ask?
First of all, to do whatever you want is never something that is singly accomplished. In some way, somewhere, or at some time, we will hurt someone by what we do or how we do it, or when in their lives we do what we do. The question is: what kind of “hurt” are we tallking about here? Or, more to the point what is this definition of “hurting someone” in the first place, and what kind of theories or experiences are attached to the acceptable definition to make it mentally digestible to us? Also, before we consider our own assessment, do we consider anyone else while considering our own assessment? This goes back to an old adage: Do unto others as you would have them do to you. Or, consider: are we really to be helpful to our weaker brothers and sisters?
You may want to dismiss my thoughts today and label it psychobabble, or philosophical rantings; be my guest. I too, have a right to my own opinions.
But these are observations I have picked up, patterns I have witnessed over and over again in my long life, which have become facts of life and can be construed as significant tenets of the human condition. I thank God I was given the mind I have. I don’t fit in with too many groups in the world, and I may be considerd odd or nerdy to those whose IQs are average, and which now rule the world with their neat little institutions and conventions. I may even be labled (which is the modern activity of conventional educators) hyper-sensitive, bipolar, schitzophrenic even, or just plain out of the ordinary–get it? ORDINARY. No, I am not ordinary–thank God.
I am reminded by all the media with its applauding and lauding, praising Bruce Jenner’s coming out, being sprawled out for everyone to see as a victory for the man. Frankly, his life with the Kardasians was already sprawled out, and it was not pretty. There was much speculation as to why or what or who… We all like to watch someone else’s life; it keeps up from looking at our own, which is why the media is so prevalent and successful in their activities. I do believe it was a painful existence but for different reasons, on which we will talk about later, or in another blog day.
He claims he wasn’t really who he was supposed to be. Somehow, he was mistakenly put into a man’s body, and meant to be a woman. God, or the evolutionary fish, or the environment, or some scientific, universal power, made a mistake when he was made. I am not saying that this is so, but that is what we get from his not liking what he was. He was mistakenly what he was for some odd years, and now had to be what he was meant to be… it really doesn’t matter who he hurt or how he hurt someone, or when in the lives of those around him he may have hurt, because he claims to have been living a lie by being the biological man he was, which was hurting him, so he had to be true to himself.
God forbid anyone disagree with that logic, for a disagreement to it would be considered judging or hurting Bruce! But did Bruce hurt anyone? We see only what the media reveals to us. Everyone has a side that is secret only to themselves and those that live or interact with him/her, or one another. There is always more than one sympton to an ill; to why a person acts out, or is seen in the various shades and lights as different on the one hand at one time in her/his life, and different, yet, on the other.
Just like a disease can become a new strain through new behaviors, eluding the original cure (as it is really only a new strain of the original disease trying to survive by changing its form), so humans react in the same manner when their sanity and existence is threatened–it doesn’t matter if anyone else feels or thinks they are threatened; they themselves feel some kind of threat to their own existence, so they react to it–hence, a dodging, or change in form, in order to escape something that is hurting us, perhaps even perceived as killing them!
We act out to survive. We change forms to keep from our inner self being destroyed, and at some point, there is no return. We become a new strain of human. For some, it is enough to run away. Some may have an affair, some may get a divorce and meet someone a little different to afford them new challenges. Some may turn it inward, by becoming drunks or addicts, perhaps smoke or masturbate incessantly, or become semi-suicidal or even murderous, or just plain cruel to others for dramatic stimulation.
For others, there must be a complete change of who they were in order to continue to survive. They must kill who they were and become another person to make their life a do-over in hopes of making this one better than the last, without actually stopping breathing–otherwise, it might be suicide as their last option. But why? What is so bad about one’s existence that they cannot be simply fine with their place in the world as they were? Let’s look at some habits of humanity, since the beginning of recorded her/his/story.
Since the building of societal conventions seem to change with every new generation, we might want to consider how new generations look at past generations as though they were archaic and ignorant, while the new generation’s ideas seem so advanced and more intelligent to them.
But some of us show no honor or respect to the entire past generations, as we would rather blame them for what does not work for us, and only applaud those that are in line with our new advanced presuppositions and inclinations (remember, according to our own theories and experiences).
So the generation we live in only works for those who are somewhat youthful and without consequences yet, for lack of longevity; not those who are passing from a prior generation to the generation presently, and who have been served various consequences by their lives’ choices, because the more experienced generation are now become outcasts or outlaws in a new society. So, consider this: each generation builds from the last, therefore is a culmination of a definition of what it is to be human. If the biblical story is true, that God created man and woman in his image, why are we so incapable of being happy and wholly intact with what and who we are? Why do we change so drastically from the generation before us?
The act of changing one’s whole conception of being: the whole idea of what is right and what is wrong, the entire collection of beliefs of religions that are made to work for the present behaviors of humanity, the forming of conventions, making new ideology from present day dysfunctional reasoning, tells me its time to flood the earth again. There is so much bad karma in the world, is seems impossible to go back to a simple, content existence. Instead, it seems we need to give up our last generation’s ideologies, and chalk it up as the effect to blame our woes upon, and try some other avenue, like maybe mix crow and horse, or eat mud with avocado, or die our hair blue and pierce every exposed part of our bodies, or something extremely different to see if that will cure our discontent.
The humans have gone too far to be called good anymore, or beautiful from within, and it is obvious that the better part of humanity as we see it today is completely selfish, hypocritical, and narcissistic. Yet, we claim to be liberal, open-minded, extravagant, accepting, unbiased, creative, intellectual, astute and stable, spiritual beings, without any realization that to be what we are today, we have hurt our past generations of people. We have dis-respected our ancestors, and wonder why our children have no respect for us.