This is an essay I am working on that is not, at all, meant to suggest it is the only truth, nor the way one should feel all the time, or that the way I feel at any particular time, or that it is valid or anything. We are like kaleidascopes of psychology--we change, turn to turn. The point of the essay is to explore the possibiliy of mass hypnosis. The idea that we are living in a society based on valid underpinnings, which has spun itself into absurdity.
Please read it if you want, or not-- if you disagree, fine. Please do not attack me personally for my observations or attempt to find some reason why I am "wrong" or any of that. Whatever the observations are, they are.
This whole "First-World" family oriented, religiously jammed, media-orchesrated existence we grow up into is in my opinion, a clear sham and a farce, which we buy because we are in the drift of conformity and because it is based on a valid societal model, that worked well and naturally in the days of the cave-men. We now continue that model, primarily because it is all we have. I cannot actually even suggest an alternative, either.
What is more, if true, there is not a thing we can do about it.
The drift of conformity. Convenience and fear too. Marriage, families and children—the Anglo/American Madison Avenue version, is pure nonsense, when examined in the light of truth. Lies, based upon untruths. Love blossoms and fires and lasts all the life. Men look on with quiet and deep, welcome responsibility at their children—as they cavort and spill and destroy things, and then gawk and smile and bleed money to grandchildren. Women jerk Clorox cloths out of plastic tubes and smilingly, like villiage idiots, wipe up behind them, without discipline and destroying our environment in the bargain with the bleach.
They buy huge, wasteful vehicles and houses they cannot afford, to drag and keep this herd of ungrateful creatures around at their every whim. They slave in society 14 hours a day, doing things they do not want to do, so that the family “unit” can have what it needs-- no--not what it needs, but what the media TELLS it it needs.
The despair is so thick over North America that I can cut it with a knife. It is all total bullshit. It does go on, but it is a fight against the true nature of the animal that we are. Then again, it is not--it is conformity with the true animal that we are, at the same moment. How strange.
Women are compelled, by forces beyond their control, to entrap a man who needs to be like a Labrador retriever in personality and a finish carpenter in talent. Faithful and subservient. Anxious to please and protect. Look good but only concerned with her. Finish carpentry—home improvements, and the income to support the silliness that is the dollhouse-syndrome that most all North American women come into adulthood with. No matter how educated and independent they are.
Don't get mad. Men are just as stupid and I am NOT saying everything is always true, 100%.
Men, idiots that they are, marry with enthrallment, thinking they will be dazzled and aroused with this woman forever—and can have sex with her whenever they want. Viewed as a Lab, they see themselves in the mirror as brave young wolves--independent and fierce and brave. They can have sex whenever they want. All is well. In truth, her interest in sex is usually feigned or tied to trapping him, and goes away after marriage. In addition, men quickly grow tired of the same woman and are simply not aroused by the same woman again and again. Would that it was so, but it is not. There are a lot of book authors making money pretending they can teach you how this is not so. I admire their salesmanship.
This is all quite normal, and fully supported in nature. The human mammal comes from stock that pursues precisely these goals. The female is the nest builder and the baby Hatcher. She wants the strongest and fastest and bravest man to mate with, so her brats will have those traits. Therefore, they are drawn to these traits (current trends of “sensitive men” are total bullshit).
Men just want to have sex with as many women as possible, but they want to know who their offspring belong to. So they segregate their females so they know this and fight off other males for them. They go out and hunt because they don’t want to sit around arranging things and building things, and they kill animals and gather food because they can only control their home environment and keep the comfort level where it is by showing up with food. You do not have to be a brain cell or an anthropologist to get the idea that nothing has changed but the labels.
This is how men keep their unit together, assure a home that is predictable and a relatively safe haven, where the things he has no interest in doing are done. Their interest is in themselves, not the unit, but they have protective instinct, driven by a need to procreate and see the procreation to adulthood. It doesn’t run too deeply.
Really, they don’t care very much, but the drive is to make sure the strain of progeny is pure. This is buried in the genes, very deeply.
So a few million years later and here we are. In basis, nothing has changed at all. The appearance and societal drivel appears changed and the “moral” overall of Judeo-Christian (and other religions) norms have layered on—but, in truth, it is all the same stuff.
But now, everyone is totally frustrated and unfulfilled. Roles are twisted and reversed and re-reversed, until there is no symmetry. Men just want to have sex and they want it assured and they want a faithful partner to have their brats whom they can control. This is totally separate from the sex act, because they are indiscriminate about that. They will fight other males for the access to all of this, but nowadays the fight is done with who makes the most money or has the coolest toys.
The women still want to play their house game and trap a man to support it by bringing food home. They are frustrated and torn and beaten and stressed because they have become ”equal” and now work in the male role too—and try to still fight to do both. One place they are following their eons-old gene commands and one place they are following societal ones. Disaster. For all.
Overlaying the truth is this fantasy of nonsense. Sensitive, faithful men, ogling their greedy, lazy brats—pretending that they are enthralled by their every activity and movement. Spending their time and money on “projects” that are merely a psychological replacement for hunting and gathering and fighting, the men are so frustrated they are about to pop open. They fill their combative needs with gambling, drinking, sports and other fakery. They are thus overweight, unhealthy, stressed, dissatisfied, unfulfilled and miserable.
Women, once they hook a male, become fat and abrasive. Their true self emerges. They are bossy, disrespectful, one-way and see nothing but their own needs and wants. They care about the male only to the extent they absolutely must do so, to keep the barb of the hook in. She will drop a couple brats because she is driven to do it—and also because, under our simpering society, this means the man is hooked for his useful life. He either stays in the cave and brings home the meat and keeps his mouth shut and gorges on chips and football, or he never really understands the import of that until, worn out and beaten at age 55, he makes the last child support payment, which she has been spending on cosmetics and her boyfriends for several years. The devil has him either way.
War is a welcome relief. Men can actually be men and fight and kill, which is natural for them. They believe this will make them more attractive. In a way, it does. Deep in their psyche, women feel that men who are brave will pass on good genes to bratlings, and so this serves that purpose. It also provides a societal relief for the pressure cooker of smiling, Christian nonsense, societal drivel, unrealistic expectations of all segments and genders—this just builds and builds and we find some relief in mass projects of destruction, like Iraq , I suppose.
It is all such horrifically stupid nonsense that I can hardly bear it. I can find hardly a grain of truth or legitimacy in the whole pile. It is truly like searching for a needle in a one-ton pile of damp donkey shit.
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