Escalations

Image above found online and reduced in size. Tracked down to the artists patreon page, image links to it. 🙂

I’ve been thinking about the statistics related to mental health as far as what we consider ‘normal’. There’s a bit of that in ‘Deviants‘ – there’s a range of what we consider normal, where we don’t consider people to have issues. It’s ambiguous and vague and makes the assumption that society is sane.

Having spent over half a century around humans, and having tried to make sense of society, I have to question that assumption. It’s all relative, yes, but relative to what?

This is not to say mental health professionals have no use. We all know they do, or should. Yet when life is crappy, we are supposed to feel a bit crappy. When life is good, we’re supposed to feel good. At least that’s the basic framework we work from.

It can all escalate quickly. A small tweak of a machine can have consequences, like the Butterfly Effect. We see it every day when something that we don’t know about is bothering someone and they react in big ways.

If they follow the path of a pendulum… if we react in that way… we oscillate, and we do that throughout our lives.

Who we connect with depends a lot on those oscillations, their frequency, and how fast we collide through others like us.

A Loss of Reflection

ReflectionReflection is this powerful thing where we can re-assess things that have happened and see them in a new light. Things in the moment almost always look different when we look back on them.

We don’t get to see all of that when we don’t have the opportunity to reflect. In this regard I have been fortunate, from laying in a hospital being told by doctors that if I continued my lifestyle I’d be dead in as little as 5 years – 5 years ago.

A lot of people don’t have that time for reflection. Maybe because of that, repeating the same mistakes is as much a habit as smoking. As a reformed workaholic the idea of stepping back to move forward is counterintuitive.

It’s the American view that everything has to keep climbing: productivity, profits, even comedy. No time for reflection. No time to grow up. No time to learn from your mistakes. But that notion goes against nature, which is cyclical.

-George Carlin, quoted in “George Carlin’s American Dream”, Part 2.

If we recap and look back at the narratives of our world, this lack of reflection is probably one of the  reasons everything is so broken. If we don’t have the time as individuals, how can we have time as a society to reflect? If we do not reflect as individuals, how is it possible for the societies we belong to to reflect as a society?

Frankly, it isn’t. And since we’re so busy doing other things and have no time for reflection, things don’t change and we look up from our busy little lives and protest that someone else isn’t making progress for society when we ourselves aren’t doing it.

To fix things we don’t like, to rewrite narratives that fit our humanity and that continue to define future humanity, we need to reflect as individuals and as a society. That would be one step in the right direction.

I remember you

Baby Blue Datsun

You used to
Warm my hands in water
Rub them for me when I
walked home from that
Convenience store
On Country Club Lane…

I used to dance with a mop,
Waiting to get home to you
And when everything was
Stocked, floors mopped
I would call…
We would talk.

You used to read my poems
I used to let you
You used to smile
Tell me they were good
And kiss me, or look
To my heart through eyes.

Driving around, we would
Hold hands, kiss at lights
And couldn’t wait to get
Home, to our home
To our room
Where we would warm.

Winter was never the same
I remember you
The cold became colder
I remember you
The wind cut deeper
I remember you.

And when that song plays…
I can’t forget you.
I don’t want to
It will never be again
But in the end
Know….

The Walls

The walls guide our path,
The walls guide us –
Little solace in the windows
When we are seeking the door
And sometimes, a mirage appears
Our need creates our illusion.

We try to open the door, to fight our fate
Trying to put an end to the debate
The fight was good but the walls have won
The battle is over, the war never done
Eyes closed with consternation
Hiding our eyes from
Accidental reflections.

The walls guide our path,
The walls guide us –
Little solace in the windows
When we are seeking the door
And sometimes, a mirage appears
Our need creates our illusion.

We try to open the door, to fight our fate
Trying to put an end to any debate
The fight was good but the walls have won
The battle is over, the war never done
Eyes closed with consternation
We shield ourselves from
Accidental reflections.

Written in the 1990s.