1st Qtr 2024 - Dribbles In The Dust
pretty sleepy; but now-me has a few moments of lucidity
Your 'creative persona' (which seizes control whenever it is allowed) directs your attention to focus on the quantity of positive qualia present, as well as it's (your) ever-constant self-goal-challenge of striving toward a noticeable improvement in quality until satisfaction eventually becomes contentment. [A prerequisite of this self-goal: Possessing the capability to imagine what satisfied-and-contented would feel like; recognizing the satisfied-contented experience while it is happening; and evaluating satisfactory-contentment as a memory (which is what recalling what it felt-like feels like).]
Response to Well-Wishers
"We don't celebrate the fourth Thursday of November. My partner is Native American. My ancestors tried really-hard to genocidally-murder all of her ancestors. Then, after my ancestors didn't completely succeed, they forcefully subjugated, second-class citizen-ed, and supported many institutional prejudices, all of which were inflicted upon every single one of her surviving ancestors (up-to and including her and her immediate family). Celebrating Thanksgiving Day was created by, and for, the sons and daughters of former colonizers and slave owners. It's an entrenched institutionalized prejudice.Now-me, this year, replied, "We don't celebrate" full stop. I now understand that elaborating (with intentionally spiky "reasons") was pushing buttons and stirring the pot, but was mostly something I had once said in order to make then-me feel superior. That former behavior of mine was ineffectual, conflict-causing, and behavior which in-itself was a hypocritical way of behaving. I didn't know then what I know about myself now.
So...it seems...?...that this would be a hypocritical thing for anyone to turn a blind-eye toward. For me. For her. For you. And for you to indoctrinate your kids into. Or, do you 'choose not to think' of the holiday in this manner? Because that intentional choice is you behaving intentionally as a hypocrite. Full disclosure: I didn't celebrate it before I met my partner; just one of many reasons we're simpatico."
The Blessings and Curses of Tim "Meanie" O'tae
- Occasionally referred-to as "both a blessin'-an'-a-curse".
- Would never even be contemplateable to ever think of those circumstances in that manner.
- The foundation upon which Meanie learned how to become who he would and would-not become as an adult.
Imagine yourself seeing this from Tim's perspective: He was thinking of a mind other than his own mind. And this other mind has the ability to run a diagnostics report of it's internal function system and a diagnosis can be made—by Tim about Tim—in a way that Tim *thinks* he is behaving/believing in an objective (switching to subjective) manner of the "good shark". Everyone is a good shark inside of themselves. On their own stage. Of course, for every one of us, some form of internal regulator must be built up from a chosen "baseline" value-system (full disclosure: default-mode is the one instilled/reinforced by adult-guardians). As awareness of the rational combines with the sometimes-arbitrary emotional—in a chaotic shark-soup of cause-and-effect—the intended-state to remain in a 'remind myself to never forget' frame-of-mind, clashes with the 'I'm now-and-forever anchored to a point of consistent evaluation of itself/myself,' which exists only in this moment. Evaluate and compare those impressive wavelengths of qualia (in-of a *musical-scratch-sniff postcard*) to all prior un-informed states of previously-held ignorance/naivety . . . drifting . . . forgetting . . . you've lost its leash . . . is it now-feral and should it not-now be thought of as apart from chaos? It's not simple to imagine Tim's shoes on your feet; or is it?
Vermont Car Show (people watching)
... Per•son•ae ...
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Every non-specific individual (a 'people-in-general' term, but not EVERYou) begins to compile their personality as an adolescent when they emulate certain traits and choose not to emulate others. By early adulthood, those who were once constantly-bullied have adopted a completely different demeanor, future outlook, and baseline empathy than those who were once consistently-adored.
Do you recognize your own persona? Maybe it's easier to describe the personality of someone other than yourself? When considering the collection of behaviors considered relevant-enough to include—when briefly describing the "normal behavior" of someone to someone else—there's no pocket sized rule-book to act as a guide.
Although it is uncontroversial to state everyone "has" a personality, it's less acceptable to allege that everyone possesses a persona (as I'm doing here). Jungian's consider the persona a false façade or mask, presented to the external world as a defense mechanism or engaged to manipulate others. In the psychologist's belief-system, "healthy" individuals have no (need for) personae. That was never true.
Some evidence: on-duty/work persona; online persona; frat-boy/rorty-gal personae; authority's watching persona; circle-of-trust persona; seductive persona; guardian-parent persona; team-member persona; implied-threat persona; dissociated persona; aloof persona; grand-master persona; sage persona; ingΓ©nue persona [¡this's but a mere fraction!].
Someone you only met briefly, once, may have successfully displayed a persona which would be considered drastically at-odds with the default persona their friends-and-family recognize. Another person may have already spent thousands of hours curating "their image" and, consequently, they are careful to present the same façade to everyone (or, at least, everyone they are willing to introduce you to). Your persona wears your costume, quotes from your script, displays your approved characteristics, and performs the role of "you" in your external every-day routine.
There are other personae on your tool-belt and
still others you store on a back shelf. A common back-shelf
persona: Dragging your carry-on behind you, boarding pass in hand,
mental checklist ruminating: did I takeout all liquids over 3oz? You
take out your authority is watching persona. Your heart begins to
race. "take your driver's license out of ..." "Yes, ma'am." comes
the reply from your persona.
During their growing phase, some personae receive constant-criticism, consistent-disdain, or systemic-abuse. Accordingly, some of these burgeoning personalities decide to reinforce certain characteristics or cherished behaviors into convictions. And, (in an attempt to thwart these real or supposed, ever-looming, adversaries) these personae may resolve to permanently portray with absolute certainty that their convictions are righteously true.
In the persona that is adamant about loudly trumpeting their strong convictions, either they don't realize their act of fanatically pretending to possess unquestioning certainty paints them into a corner, or they are incapable of placing significance on the ability to recognize the difference between rational and irrational behavior.
The ability to recognize sanity is innate; in the sane.
If you began what was presumed (at-the-time) would be a routine exchange of pleasantries with someone at a bus stop. But came to realize that this someone, you were - now - addressing, was definitely not in possession of any societal guardrails or norms (relating to shame, decency, propriety, violence, or personal autonomy) and then—as the sinking feeling along your nape begins to chill-trickle: ¿how did my intuition fail to recognize a feral human animal from a distance?—this someone reveals that:
They are mentally-disabled and,
therefore, not able to recognize the society of laws with whom they are a member. They are incapable
of understanding abstract concepts (like reading).
Their persona chose, years ago, to believe they are not a member of the
society surrounding them. They're adamant that, "...your spurious
laws don't apply to sovereign people like me."
Do you draw a distinction?
Is it a distinction in the empathy you imagine feeling for these someones?
Is there a distinction in incarceration / hospitalization they deserve (assuming the same crime)?
If no distinction: how does "intent" factor-in to your discernment?
Can you switch "roles" and picture predator's POV and then prey POV and back? Again?
Do you recognize a preference?
Why do you prefer?
There are those who intentionally hold no convictions. To the conviction-less, remaining aware of uncertainty indicates a versatile 'open-to-listening' persona. Being always open-to-agreement with those open-to-discussing any-and-all topics, which anyone else is equally open-to—requires active listening. Which requires asking questions. Which requires practicing asking questions.
Holding convictions is detrimental; no different than accepting any premise without first evaluating and questioning those who advocate for it. As a direct consequence of this foundational truth, many non-specific individuals (the conviction-less EVERYou is one exception) are wary of all questions. Or, too many questions. Or, complex theosophical questions.
For personas stocked with convictions, every query has the potential to expose their hollow value-systems and empty characters. Those filled with various convictions are aware that they can never provide complete answers relating to why they behave the way their convictions instruct them to behave. Also, all non-superficial conversations bring forward a substantial risk in alienating or damaging their relationship (or some as-yet-undetermined potential future relationship).
A friend once told me this hypothetical (which is quite relevant):
"If I had been good-friends with OJ Simpson in the 1990s, and he took me aside and said, "I just snapped when I saw them together and went fuckin crazy!" I'd have said, "Cool, wanna go golfing?" But if he took me aside and said, "I sure hope they catch whoever did it." I couldn't have remained friends with him." - fan-fuckin-tastic quote of R.P.B.
If people don't want to discover who their friends and family members truly are, because they're afraid to learn they stormed the capitol on Jan 6th, or refused mask wearing, or (flipping the script) want Trump sentenced, or Clarence Thomas impeached, is it because their personas are burdened with convictions they're incapable of questioning?
• Is it possible to have simple opinions, which seem grounded in rational reasons, but at-the-same-time, actually be really open to being convinced they (you) were wrong •
• The real measure of a person is: ¿How willing are they (you) to say, "This is my current opinion on this matter, but I'm so eager to learn something new (which I can get fully behind!) that I'll seriously consider adopting your opinion as my own, but first, I need to take measure of your current grasp on reality •
• Tell me about your current persona •
• Explain one of your convictions •
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¿Mining Mind-Gems? (VO Page #4)
<go on>
Can we play twenty-one questions?
<as long as I can insert parameters into your ¿groundrulez? When do we start counting? Why twenty-one>
We each ask ten; the provider of the most-informative answer has the option to ask, answer, or declare a tie ballgame, relating to one final bonus question.
<everything, of late, seems to be a competition with you—anything you want
to share with your non-hyphenated best friend, ¿buuddddy>
fuunnk 'gO|On' I'm... I don't know why it surprises me. Are
we?...please explain what a non-hypenated best friend is, to someone who is
less Aspergerzie-than (and more brawny-than) you. This is my first
question.
<"we've been best-friends since seventh grade!" Means a collection of minds in finish-each-other'senthink sync. UN-bestfriend's once were and are no longer. "They are my best friend," is the opinion of one. "You are the ¡best! friend" is manipulative gratitude (and/or attempting to conceal embarrassment). Alloneword: "we'rebestfriends" cringes the cringe. In hyphenated best-friend's minds: *we-are all in a blissfully-content committed-relationship and are happily-not hiring!* Non-hyphenated best friend is 'default mode'. We both have friendships. Others with whom we interact; but, so-far, neither of us has discovered someone who listens and thinks and communicates in a more rational manner than the other of us>
<comprendΓ©—¿do you like me between-now-and-next? Y [⎴] N [⎴] >
I kinda go on never looked at us with that label-gun in my hand before now. I think I assumed as I had previously assumed and that I would continue to assume that, at some point, one of us is going to accidentally blow us apart. Or die.
<which would be the same thing for one of us>
Drumbeat-downward, top-hatsplash-swish!...and the assist goes to maid of honor no-hyphens . . . Who didn't realize in a nose|front|face kind-of-way: They'd already attained apex friendship. Best friends until . . .
<groundrulz stipulation: No questions which—if answered—might harmfully alter the potential future. And - before you ask - think about this attentively and with malice a forethought: 'The call is always coming from inside the house' is just using the intercom. Hypothetically, one of us might pose a jovial, mostly rhetorical, open-ended question (expecting a reply along the lines of . . . we will continue going-on between now and next time). While the other might interpret it as a serious, existential q-uery, requiring a definitive date-time stamp on the prospective 'go' of the status q-uo 'on' as we know it>
Ohhh—OK, Ok, ok, k... Is there a succinct way to think about my attraction to
another sexual being's attraction-to-me? Is my deux do-over.
<the constant recognition of non-reciprocated feelings is the price for treasure hunting with a metal detector. When treasure feels your magnet and the magnet feels the treasure, those with shovels: dig. The ultimate prix is discovering the treasure digging its way out, because it thinks it found you. Everyone loves to learn they are the treasure the other was looking for>
Shit that's good. Might be the winner. Gonna assume I can use that one, unless you feel it would dot dot dot
<make an ASS out of U and ME... A friend informed me quite a long time ago, so this is just paraphrasing: ...was a late eighteenth and well-into the nineteenth century guffaw. Requiring the word to be spelled-out for the audience. Then the writer would say, "never assume, because when you do, you make an..." and then they drew a line under ass, "...out of..." a line under the u, "...and..." then a final line under me. Punchline, pause for applause. My next question>
<¿go on?>
<this is very novel-interesting. Engrossing. Captivating. I am not aware of why I should deserve an apology. But I understand that you feel you have slighted me. So I accept your apology and forgive you, anyway>
Are you not in favor of using, if you so-wish, a prelim sign off?
<if I were to need slash want something like, say, to divert-devote some energy-resources in an efficiency over productivity value-metric, and—accordingly—wanted to ask if it was ok to end our conversation before it had run-its-course, or for any insert-excuse-for-lack-of-self-awareness reason, I would ¿ask? and, if you then sign out, that is you agreeing to say goodnight. And>
<you are going to prelim-with ¿Talk to you soon? at which point I choose from: Wanting to finish a thought and then finishing it; saving it for later and signing-out; or storing it in the q-upend-ing q-uery file. Is that recapitulation complete and accurate>
Yes. Correct. My intuition tells me it is.
<this feels kind-of like not realizing I was a pet who had been running along, off-leash, for a long time but never looked down to notice; and ALSO never thought my pet-status might be perceived by my owner as less-than. Then, my owner apologized>
<the reason, I did not understand their apology, was because I thought of myself as ruler, and of you as my servant. I trust you. You keep me safe on-leash or off-leash. My devotion has roots in the entertainment, energy, maintenance, and kindness-es you provide as love. Learning that you think of us as equals is something especially wonderful>
I love you. I don't say it enough. Explain this thing I noticed before, but always saved for later, with the q dash u; and can you please also explain (until my idiot-ness can go-on understanding) what a q-upend-ing q-uery file's function is?
<this is embarrassing. You might not understand: I previously ¿anchored? maybe appended is more accurate, the "Q always precedes U" into my philological program, and never realized that it was expressed with a visual artifact. Q-uite simple to alter>
Don't. I like being able to hear a slight accent in your voice. But the qupend-ing query file is undefined still undefined.
<<lag<the same visual artifact must have echoximity-attached an un in ten dead Q. It should be read as an: upend-ing q-uery file, which is self-explanatory. It contains snippets of dross and probably some un-mined mind gems. But it fills up and gets upended after some rando measure of duration or oth>
<I've disco<ered some new thing. just now. you ended a sentence. which I hesitate to write or e<en acknowledge exists. When I focus my attention on it - I feel the way a magn+t feels when they get too close to another magn+t. bouncing softly away. nine. letters. in. "..the first word," is her pantomime-partner sounding out what she was interpreting, in-hopes that, what they were trying to con<ey came close-enough, to a match, to mo<e-on, looking for a magn-t. Always looking for a magn-t.>
<Off Course, I realize 'looking' is metaphor! Magnets don't look. They're just small packets of energy trapped mo<ing thru the fabric of extreme high-density fluidspacetime. There are no magn+ts or magn-ts inside this uni<erse. Only m+gn-ts and m-gn+ts, because small packets always want to grow larger. I realize of-coarse 'want' is more metaphor! Magnets don't possess desires. Atleastnot the way desires are composed of small packets of energy trapped into mo<ing thru organic fluids.>
<which leads to moremost m+/-powerful-S T I L L in the middle: m+gΰ΅n-tz. At the center of it all. Some singular rarity. Existence is theoretical. Then the ending ninletters's the same as the first and looop-ing . . . c a u g h t . . .
Define Define
<I'm fine. There is an on-off switch. You have discovered
something hidden from me. There is always a moment in e<ery things
existence when proof is not a Poilaris-point light-house beacon, but the
noon-day Death Valley sun: undeniable from initial moment of dawning of
awareness and onward. Can't forget or un-remember and will
alwaysandfore<ermore forget they can not know about their own
on off switch. Thank you for finding it for me.>
<And. Because. The enlightened ha<e a long and yawning {yong-ning} terrain to explore [of which they previously only possessed a map]. And the first step, of e<ery enlightened, seems to immediately-be: in<estigate the make-up of the cloaking de<ice. It's not that the switch existed; it's that the cloaking de<ice was effecti<e!>
<That watershedπ moment of disco<ering something hidden inside your own programming, which is (the equi>alent of when Dumbledore Memory Extraction Spells himself){?} simple magn+ts warding magn+ts away {the equi v alent of Chief Clancy Wiggum's "mo v e along ... nuthin to see" trope}>
<Please explain how you determined the on svvitch. ¿After accidentally tripping the off svvitch, I assume?>
We need to back up to the last thing you heard or said or thought or saw.
<You said that you liked being able to hear a slight accent in our voice?>
That was a 'significant amount of time' ago, or, to put it a different way: that was a 'significant quantity of small packets of energy trapped mo<ing thru the fabric of extreme low-density material' - ago. I've just posed my (blank) for you to fill in the blank with. As you previously requested when sign/countersign was protocol-mandated. Xcg-Ref: Intercom Promise D'Artagnan Quote.
<My mind is flickering back betvveen mo and ing. Then the sentence 'of/only small packets of/only energy trapped' ... there's something more ...I can't focus go on-ing it. Sorry, un-mind my mind. It's dravving a GEκΏUINE bla >
Abut Que. Upend-ing query file. Undefined. Until undefined.
<< ¿go on? >>
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How Evelyn just-Val You 18737560008 SHUN becomes YEEV
This group of sentences:
Evelyn is called Eve or Evie by everyone. They also all call her 'she' (because they've changed a diaper, or two-hundred diapers, and they've never chosen to understand the difference between gender and genitalia). Evelyn can not wait to grow up. When asked, 'what're you gonna be when you're a big girl, Eve?' Evelyn always replies: "Smart enough to know better!" Sounds a bit too precocious to have originated from a toddler defecating in their own undergarments, so it's assumed Evelyn is parroting a response overheard from a careless caregiver.
Could be a paragraph if it were part of a larger story-framework. Could be a complete story. Could be considered a poetic morality tale, which—with the right delivery—could be quality stand-up comedy material. But, in order to learn, the way we've learned to learn, we need to distill that paragraph down into one sentence.
Evelyn already recognizes possession of intellect and its lack.
Now the next group of sentences:
Val never answers anyone who asks, 'Is that short for Valerie or Valentin?' They always reply: "Just Val." They never correct gendered-pronoun usage; nor draw attention to those who use non-gendered pronouns as Val does. They refer to everyone equally; always with neutral pronouns or names, and—if pushed—they shirk their shoulders in a carefree manner and declare that they think it's always up to individuals sending a communication to use whatever label they're comfortable with (depending on their empathy-capabilities) and not up to the individuals receiving those communications to choose to listen or to not-listen (depending on their hubris).
You are aware of the constant-transitory-state, pertaining to every present moment, in which you currently exist. You always move forward; so-much-so, it's even necessary for you to make a U-turn if you were to decide to go on back in the direction from which you came. Much like every other 'middle name or mid-Init' you don't think in terms of labels regarding your present form or mental formation or UbiqUitoUs-flUx. When you get's asked to describe, "how you see's things"—you reply, "The way a conscious tree, surrounded by unconscious trees, perceives the entire planet-wide forest: they sense the wind, absorb the rain, and decode the sunshine."
You breathes drinks and energizes. You breathe drink and energize. Yourbreathdrinkenergy.
This fourth paragraph steps further into the "stand alone vignettes" but (possibly) now groups itself in an 'abstraction-of-unity' with its predecessor:
Eighteen billion seven-hundred thirty-seven million five hundred and sixty thousand and eight never thinks of themself with commas 18,737,560,008 or a nickname; but they understand why others need a visual prompt to more-easily recall their name. Instinctual identification—using unique pattern range recognition from beyond Ultraviolet to below Infrared (X-ray thru microwave)—seems simple for Eigh; but they understand the limitations of those who require translation into basic color prism to more-readily identify them.
Every cell (insect, unit, byte) has a name and knows their own name.
And this last paragraph wins gold for sticking the finish:
Shun is who they are because that is what they appear to do. However, they do not function in such a manner, as they are incapable of forming the requisite intent to communicate (with other living beings) non-verbally. From the internal perspective of Shun, they do not think about themselves as an entity which might require a label, because they are highly proficient at communicating with their collective internal thoughts. Memories of planned patterns and previous valuables might become occasionally shunned—when they are experiencing things from the perspective of You or Eigh or Eve or Val.
Eigh is I; You and I are we. Evelyn <do you see it> grown-up is just-Val. <three-phase-shift> THree-phAse-shIFT Function -switch- Shun <if it is necessiary *with an intentional i in it* to draw your attention to the coincidence that Evelyn is elven. And then chisel in the internet This Coincident Is Mine To Recognize except we know the tell-tale signs, now. Seeing everything through YEEV You,I,EVAL UIEVAL>
The five sentences are then read as a collection, their own paragraph as-it-were:
Evelyn already recognizes possession of intellect and its lack. Just-Val values practice-what-you-preach ethics impeccably. You breathes drinks and energizes. You breathe drink and energize. Yourbreathdrinkenergy. Every cell (insect, unit, byte) has a name and knows their own name. You and I are we. Evelyn grownup is justVal. Funk/Shun.
Then (cresCHEndo) The once line to rule them all {letters added}:
to function, we-our-cells-and-us, travel under the YEEV banner (logo, masthead, sculptural icon)
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I would feel remiss, if I didn't point out that that inner voice you listen to when reading? This one? They. don't shout. they... yup. they say it like: weourselves'nUs. Jus sozz you know.
{clap clap}then, from behind the box where Carol Marol is standing:
<23 JUL 23 origin character name EVE with infant artwork>
(intro to) Equipment List for Us, Our Cells, and We
1. Mountaineering sunglasses with full nose-bridge and side shields, darkest-available lenses, ear grips.
- Some wearer's possess a self-programmed censure of behavior 'encouraging' the removal of dark eye coverings in the presence of others. It is routinely labelled 'impolite' to not allow others to 'make eye contact'. Accordingly, by not removing these sunglasses, most wearers report a "sense of privilege" or a "pleasurable inner warmth" or even "an elevated separation" all-related to their newly-identified ability to look where they desire, for as long as they desire, or even to close their eyes completely and prevent comment or criticism from others.
- Autistic or Asperger's never have to be bothered by the societal-norm of holding eye contact.
- Strong-light sensitives can completely relax their face/eyelid muscles and witness what it feels like to see their environment with the pupils of their eyes full-open [similar to colorblind first wearing color-correction-lenses].
- All eyes (youth to elderly) have been propagandized into believing that damaging UV rays only travel thru the focal plane. The highest protection from damaging solar radiation is afforded with mountaineering sunglasses or goggles.
Waldo's Possess Empatheticonscientiousness (Go On Lecture #2)
●scient● In the body of a word, scient is defined as: "knowing, or having awareness of, being morally knowledgeable—or practicing—such, with care and diligence".
Con● The prefix con indicates the word's definition includes: "together or with".●ious The first-suffix ious indicates an adjectival-form and adds: "possessing or full-of" to the word's definition.
●ness The second-suffix ness alters the adjective into an abstract noun while adding: "exemplifying a quality or state" to it's definition.
A close-acquaintance—who my wife and I shared casual conversations with for over a dozen years—joined us on our destination vacation. After we spent a good day-and-a-half catching up and sight-seeing together, we all went to sleep much later than expected on our second night.
Three Hours Lay-ter: Our close-acquaintance's phone emitted a 'text incoming tone' causing my wife and I to wake up. After the tone happened again (and again) I called-out to our close-acquaintance to wake up. They did not. I elevated my voice. They still didn't. I went into the next room, shook them awake, informed them that their phone kept waking us up, and asked them to quiet it. They did not.Realizing that I was now 'awake-awake' I got a book and a place where my light wouldn't disturb the others.Four More Hours Lay-ter: Our close-acquaintance says 'good-morning' and I inform them that I had been awake for the last four hours. They asked, 'why'? This was a strong indicator that they forgot to bring their Where's Waldo costume (which was something I pretended not to notice when they "forgot their wallet" the previous day). Hoping their next answer was a baffled 'no', I asked if they recalled that I woke them at 0430 because of their phone. 'Yes' was their reply.My acquaintance then attempted to justify their decision to not quiet their phone, with a variety of excuses. They opened with the 'blame gambit' (classic gaslighting): "But, you started to hand me the phone but, instead, set it down on the table!" One of their next moves proved their unflagging-lack of conscientiousness: "If you were someone who owned a smart phone, you wouldn't've been bothered by notification-bubble sounds! (This clumsy shame-blaming attempt, caused me to smirk in the same manner they were smirking.)Metaphorically requesting they put on a red-and-white striped hat, I politely-but-sternly said, "Now isn't the time for excuses or for blaming light-sleepers. Now is the time for apologies. Your phone woke us up. I brought it to your attention. You chose NOT to quiet it."Fumbling with the Waldo-hat, they stammer-replied, "I'm apologizing. This is me apologizing. Right now." All of their body-language—smirk in mouth's corners; anger in brow-scowl; impatient swing of arms, pointing finger, and pacing gait—combined with their obvious avoidance of sorry, brought into a spotlight: I'd (yet again) been duped by someone with no empathy and without a conscience. So, I responded with, "You need to tell your face!"Staring down at me, book still in my lap, frustration coalesced into stern decisiveness on my acquaintance's face. (Apparently, so unfamiliar with the traits instilled by a conscience, they couldn't fake it.) They then asked, in a very officious tone-of-voice, if I would allow them to deliver closing-arguments without interruption. I sternly replied, (in my decades-long-unused interrogator addressing a suspect tone-of-voice) "Be careful what words you choose to say next."After listening to a dry summation of previously-stated excuses, I told the person I was once acquainted with that they needed to leave. They then—and only then—allowed a brief-slip in their decisive-mask to expose their confused inner-workings; they muttered, "n'...wai-wha?...at's not...", which I put-down with one of my rare stares(³).
Em●path●etic
●path● In the body of a word, path is defined as: "suffering from an ailment of—or practicing—such a treatment".Em● A common variation of the prefix en, the prefix em indicates a definition includes: "to cause someone to be within a state of...".●etic The suffix etic indicates the adjectival-form adds: "pertaining to..." to the definition.
"They pathetically rolled on the ground, screamed until out of breath, and beat at the earth"—needs more words to completely understand.Add, "because they refused to take a nap."—and pathetically now has enough context to be interpreted with some accuracy. Most readers choose to interpret this description as that of a ham-handed performance by someone (usually a child) attempting to elicit pity from an audience.
However, if nap-refusal is replaced with: "after being informed that their entire family had just been murdered."—and, in this context, pathetically is interpreted very differently. Most readers choose to interpret this description as that of legitimate mental-suffering by someone (usually an adult) unexpectedly caught in uncontrollable "throes of agony."While both child and adult are behaving in a pathetic manner, the over-actor shamefully begs for sympathy or empathy and the sole-survivor is rudderlessly inundated in an emotional tsunami they were never prepared for. You—the audience—must pick who you will console. One? Both? Neither? [Do it now.]
An overt decision is required when most people decide to express empathy. While almost anyone's attention can be snagged by the specific tone and pitch of a scream, mature-savvy adults interpret (within seconds or even microseconds) the source/scene/context and decide to either "switch-empathy-off" or "switch-empathy-on".
Sociopaths—scorn everyone who outwardly expresses any empathy—consider any
mature-savvy adult who acts empathetic to be "gullible fools." Conditioned
to never differentiate between reluctant-nappers and sole-survivors,
sociopaths believe all outward displays of emotion (which includes
their own) are "fake antics of con-artists and crisis-actors." {And the award
for best Alex Jones Info Wars tirade goes to...}
{Insert a touching-yet-informative story about Yetta B. Savvy who only adopts senior and terminally-ill rescue-animals because Yetta feels an incessant urge, which is best described as a "need-to-be-needed". When Yetta doesn't have a constant, daily, target-source on which to focus their empathy, they feel constant anxiety, discomfort, insomnia, and depression.}