Hiddenjems
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I don’t think I was truly an adult until I realized I can be in control of my thoughts and feelings. That for the most part that stuff is internal, not external.Some of us have plenty of joy; just not when it involves the current political state of affairs or the unbridled commission of massive repetitive war crimes wherein many appear to feel far more attached to their dinner and movie plans than to be concerned with what their preferred/chosen elected leaders are engaging in. Or they get more upset that the liquor store was out of their favorite bottle of wine than the beheading of babies with US-supplied bombs, and whose families simply want their land back and an illegal occupying army that is funded and supplied by the US to leave, as the ICJ has instructed them to.
That requires a certain detachment from reality and accountability. That is a representative status and behavior of both nationalist blindness (the double-standards that travel with such maladies) and the resulting group dissociative disorder.
When I hook a huge lake trout, or even a small one, I get as giddy as any 5-year-old sitting on Santa's lap. When I see amazing music performed, I get joyful. When I spend time with my dogs, I'm often happy as can be.
When I see what passes for conscientiousness/awareness and truth here, I get nauseous and truly fucking irritable... annoyed, too.
And when pompous, adolescent-minded, adult drunkards take hip shots lacking any accuracy at all, while suggesting others engage in introspection, I wonder if they are aware of the glaring hypocrisy and lunacy in which they live and seemingly willfully maintain.