Showing posts with label Asperger's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Asperger's. Show all posts

1st Qtr 2024 - Dribbles In The Dust

 
 
 
Daylight Savings Time Sprung Diligently
Forward For My First Elderly Experience
 
Officially Aware As Another Southbound 
10:10 Boiled Thru At 11:11 A Final Blow
 
[program] Intent Is To Improve [satisfied]
{final phase} Landing Gear Locked {rest}
 
Poorly Healing Scarred Emotional Tissues
[edit program] Define Landing Experience
 
Ouroboros In Metamorphosis Is Yin-yang
{relinquish command-control} Baton Pass

Every Mental Disorder is One's Aspect Of
Value And Cope: Mixed In Hate and Hope

Recognize Your Before The Fixing Started
As Point Of Reference {validly unlabelled}

After This Labelled Organism Passes They
Solidify Into More Than An Abstract Value

Intuitive Doubts About Serendipity Flutter
For Hours Along Thru And In The Goings
 
On As Of Course One Would Only Expect
Resolve Sweat Lodging Retaining Wall [!]

 


 

 

pretty sleepy; but now-me has a few moments of lucidity

 
         I've struggled with behinding-me from the personas and personalities of those who met the past beforing-me.  Some felt-expect there must-exist an [un-felt by always-me] emotion-obligation that they were the superior-queen and could-will-would treat me as a subordinate-serf.  Those people (mostly family) expected beforeing-me to pass this paradigm along to my spawn and they to theirs (with a wink to Z; the judge of that successful-failure?).
 
        Others chose to become friends with an introverted-nerd, which did not always mean that they recognized something of themselves in beforeing-me.  Introverted-nerd "friends" rarely remain lifelong-close in my book (outside of fictional stories and overlapping common interests).
 
        An inordinate number utilized the "subterfuge cloak" of their covert narcissistic persona (or that of their partner) to "become friends".  Those emotional bullies had already taught themselves (or were taught by their own superior-queen) that the persona most useful for a superior-princesses is a subordinate-serf who grew up under a superior-queen. 

        The one last persona, who struggles to come to terms with now-me, are those who struggle with using imagination.  I almost wrote 'their imagination' but that would imply they have constant and easy access to the ability to run their own mind-movies for entertainment and self-instruction.  The name for that trait is [insert sciency word none remember after reading].  People with [word] do not know what it means to "use your imagination" any more than a colorblind golfer 'knows' how to see an orange Titleist in the fairway.  What the imagination-less can understand is blunt directness.
 
        [pause for effect]  But here is the rub:  They were taught by someone to interpret blunt directness as rudeness.  Which it is—to those who understand metaphor.  Since analogies are "lost on them" and bluntness has always been "taken the wrong way," today-me finds itself between a proverbial rock and hard place.
 
        On The One Hand:  I tell no-imagination-nation that the persona you once interacted with has left the building.   My intend interpretation is for those few people who think the before-me and the today-me are the same-me (because I look the same and my voice is similar) to think about the original clichΓ©, "Elvis has left the building!" (Which was said to every Elvis concert-audience so they'd stop ovation-ing and go home) and interpret it as the most harmless communication available to today-me.  My previous experience expects that they will just negative emotion-obligation interpret it as me, condescendingly, going no contact.
 
        On The Other Hand:  Is it possible "going no contact" is only difficult (for always-you) because of your own emotion-obligation interpretation?  Recognize, if you can, the impulse steering/driving you away from even the appearance of thinking of yourself, as superior?  YOU?  You Are A Serf!  Behave like you were programmed!

        Do do do da da da is all I want to say to today-you . . . it's meaningless . . . and all that's true.
 
        Always-you doesn't need to always make yourself feel the impulse of negative emotion when your behavior might cause someone else to—maybe—blame you for making them feel a negative emotion.  This emotion is only a safeguard.  You can (from-now-on-and-forevermore) recognize the safeguard as related to 'behaving condescendingly' and choose to sometimes allow it.  There are going to be more and more future times (as today-me improves itself to become a better tomorrow-me) when your future-selves possess a superior state of awareness compared to your today-self.  Allow always-you to grow beyond any and all wrongfully instilled safeguards.  
 
        On The Third Hand:  Today-you has every responsibility to think of your today-me, and all potential future-me's, as superior to every-all of your before-me's.  When today-you avoids actions (and decisions leading to future actions) which would be rationalizations-of, or excuses-for, future actions that tomorrow-me would definitely consider hypocritical—you are remaining aware of your self-drive to be better.  For yourself.  Every instance where you prove, to yourself-in-the-moment, that you aren't a hypocrite is one more reason to feel superior to the you that you might have become if you weren't able to remain aware of your self-drive guiding today-you toward a better future-you.

       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).]

        Future-present-past would feel-feels-felt is an invaluable measuring tool to teach yourself.  If there is one thing to take away from these paragraphs, this is it.  Pick a thing that you imagine you would feel if that thing were to occur in your presence.  Orchestrate events so it happens.  Pay close attention to how your emotions react in the moment.  Reflect on those emotions.  Rinse and repeat (with refinement in expectations, reactions, and reflections as needed and desired).




Response to Well-Wishers

 

        When wishing someone a pleasant weekend it is "taken as a given" that they (like everyone, the well-wisher wrongfully assumes) must look-forward-to and enjoy experiencing the days of not laboring or of working to earn their living more than they enjoy their workweek.  Those who are comfortably retired—or that rare-someone who greatly enjoys the passion of their labors more than the the painful days spent away from their work—are still capable of understanding the glad-tidings as they were intended; and replying with a perfunctory 'thank you, you-too'.
 
        However, my autism gets rattled when receiving a "Happy Thanksgiving!" demand, or a query of "What are your plans for Turkey Day?"  
 
        Because of a difficult to explain state-of-mind (ever-present in always-me) I find it extremely difficult to accept these glad tidings in the same manner.  
 
        Before-me replied, years-ago, with words of this nature:
        "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. 

        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."
        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.  
 
        By writing this here, in my journal, it's up to you.  All of it.  I have no designed-ability to feel superior and don't have any way to know who—if anyone—reads this and then makes a lasting decision to find a reasonable restaurant owned/operated by fellow non-celebrants (at time of writing, it's mostly Asian food) which is willing to remain open on the last fourth Thursday of November, and reply with a 'we don't celebrate' of your own.


past beatings of a dead horse:
 

The Blessings and Curses of Tim "Meanie" O'tae

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        Meanie's mother divorced his dad before he could form any memories (of him).  Depending on who you asked, it was:
  • 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.
        Meanie's mother's performance of June Cleaver (at Marble Meadow's Centerfield Playhouse) was how she convinced Meanie's future stepdad (who played Ward Cleaver) to marry her.  Depending on what year you happened to talk to any of them, it was either:  The role she was born-an'-raised to play; A convenient lifeboat (of sorts); Much better than her earlier role as the clumsy, baby-trapping, waitress (at The Inn's Mainhouse on the Hill); Or, it was "just another port in the storm (for all involved)".
 
        After taking their renditions of June and Ward Cleaver on-the-road—and dragging Meanie along—Meanie's mother's new husband's character encouraged/caused/magnified Meanie's mother to develop/create/accelerate her increasingly authoritarian retinue in order to (punish Meanie for being an O'Tae) find a reason to keep Meanie in a constant state of uncertainty.  Consequently, some oddly vague things were referred-to as sins and Meanie was beaten-down for some random (other) oddly specific things.
 
        Even though those vague-specifics changed as Meanie grew, their absolute-forbidden nature was something of which Meanie's mother was always 100% certain.  Her highlight-reel included various levels of physical and mental punishments for:  riding bicycles; playing with dolls or action figures; not talking and just staring when being scolded; always asking 'why' (called talking-back); crying for any reason; accusing any grownup of deception or of being wrong; playing with 'unapproved-of' neighbors or schoolmates (within her vicinity) or (on the rare occasion Meanie was permitted to leave the yard) playing with any 'unapproved-of' toys belonging to others.  ["Hey Timmy, wanna come over an' shoot at GI-Joe's with my BB-gun?" . . . "Can't. I'm not allowed."]

         'He raped me' was the foreign-sounding sentence his mother readily unsheathed after Meanie was old enough to wonder, naive enough to expect a logical explanation, and bold enough to ask why she had left his dad before he could remember his face.  Meanie had nobody to request another explanation from.  Step-dad was too comfortably-afraid of losing his ready-made facade-family and Sunday school teacher's, pastor's, and adult neighbor's (murmuring *ask yer parents*) would always report Meanie's queries (resulting in an excuse for more or additional punishments).  And since he was still too young for elementary school, Meanie had no older kids to ask what rape was.
 
        Meanie never actually knew that was his nickname.  He thought what he did with other boys was "teasing" and that it was funny, entertaining (and felt a little exciting).  He had no idea that his behavior was called bullying (or that he was doing it to the other boys).  He did, eventually, realizeonce he was privileged-enough to earn his own personal bully (who's knuckle-rap-punches to Meanie's head were never hard enough to bruise and never witnessed by an adult).
 
        In order for middle-schooler little Timmy O'Tae to avoid his mother's worst emotional-torture, he never informed any adult about the daily assaults and constant fear-of-the-next one . . . *when's he gonna catch me again?*
 
        By the time he reached puberty, Tim Cleaver (never mistakenly called O'tae because the Cleaver's were always moving to a new state, new classmates, new neighbors) was an expert at camoflaged-hiding (in a living room or a classroom) and reading the vibrations in every environment with the goal to fine-tune his 'early warning signal'.  Tim was always refining it—that was automatic-mandatory.  Primary mission (think: Captain Kirk's voice) to better-identify the hidden intent of the sharks in the water before they get within striking range.  And most of the sharks have camouflaged themselves to the point that you forget that everything is one form of shark or another.  Hammerhead to Nurse; Whale to White.     

        Jobs after school and during school-breaks (for under-minimum-wage cash) became Tim Cleaver's only way to spend every possible waking hour away-from the Cleaver home and out-of his mother's vicinity.  She punish-enforced half of Tim's paychecks into a college savings account; the blessing and curse of which (depending on perspective and when you asked whomever) was that:  He never had enough money for socializing or for himself - and - 17-year-old-Tim had compiled the ability to graduate high-school and immediately escape to the cheapest in-state college available at that time.  Thanks Mom, he never said; thanks-to-me, she always said.
 
        Late-teenager-Tim Cleaver's mask began to fit less uncomfortably once he transferred to an out-of-state university.  He could go daze or sometimes almost unmemorable weaks before forgetting to remember that he still had it on.
 
        Because the Art of Presenting a Low Profile was all Tim's every memorable experience in his entire crib-to-college existence had ingrained/trained/practiced, joining a huge faceless organization and becoming just another small knuckle-joint in the machine (disappearing) was The Best-Only Available Option, behaviorally.
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?
         All if-of who Tim has experienced to-date was aided/abetted as well as informed-formed by [list the ever-growing spectrum of consciousness disorders] . . . CPTSD/Asperger's/Autism/Personal Logic-Honor System/emotionally programmed by punishment(s) . . .etcetera . . . Tim was (still, unfortunately) perfecting the art of presenting a low profile (even though the reasons to do-so were less-necessary).
 
        Preliminarily accepting the uniform-role of follower; Encouraging people to never think about you when you were not in the room; Never blaming anyone besides yourself and your own failings:  These were a slice of Tim's behaviors (depending on who you want to believe).  And, at the same time, Tim's early warning antenna became even more finely tuned (any hint of unrest on any horizon was immediately met with fawning and acquiescent attention toward whomever caused that unrest).  This was still the case even-though he was associating with (or thinking about) his mother and step father less and less-often.  Then death.  Then estrange.
 
        Then.  Eventually, or some later when, Old Timothy O'tae changed who he was.  By legally returning to his preferred name and starting to fulfill the life he was determined to desire.  As Timothy fully embraced the truthful manner of living without hypocrisy, he recognized (for the first time in his relatively long life) that he was:
 
No longer able to fully bully himself
Shamefully shameful
Shy-fully selfish
Willingly holding-to-held himself up
To the standards required of him by himself
Dealing-to-dealt with each of the selvwe's
 And all our my me's
I know that only I kin ken
But only because I allow myself
Certain get-away-with's or -without's
Which side-step all forms
 Of need for self-recriminating behaviors
So, no longer vexing myself with shame
Or allowing any self-blame to ricochet around
And never permitting vitriolic self-effacement
Allows the bliss-happy-neutral to root
And it - then - becomes the dominant
Mood-tone personality theme-song aura
Which Emanates from the baseline level grasp
Of the areas in front of and adjacent the occipital lobe
As longer experiences rest between 8.5 and 10.5
Tempered-to (not-to) all the way to eleven
Forming unobserved-waves which enlighten while
Lengthening love's amplitude  |  Rinse-repeat
As the selves dance in every best-imagined
And the crest of a wave continues floating
Always crossing here
At some point
h e r e

      




It Matters Not The Terrain
Chosen By You Or For You
As Long As The Destination
Reached, Then-Them Valued
 
Step Up, Step Down, Crouch,
As Long As The Next Moment
Falls Within Your Future Grasp
And You Can Understand Why

Control Needs Beyond Reach
Accept Your Own Assistance
Experiment Strengthen-ing
Yourself As Long As You



Vermont Car Show (people watching)

 
    "What's class number twenty-six?"  asked the man who had just read the official 66th Annual Vermont Antique Car Show document, displayed on the dash of my 2015 smart fortwo.  (The card read: Class #26: Display Only, special interest groups 1989-2023, not judged.)  I did not stand up from my lounge chair to greet him.  Instead, I merely said, 'not judged' from the comfort of the portable screened gazebo I'd put in the back of my stall, behind the tiny car.
 
    He walked with a stiff posture, carried around some permanently crinkled face muscles, and talked with a bully's 'searching-for-someone-who-deserves-it' demeanor.  "What's with this snapperhead?" he indicated towards my license plate.
 
    "That's related to my artwork."
 
    His sneer-scoff was just noticeable as a nose-twitch-lip-curl as he came towards the gazebo's zipper-door and said, "You're an artist.  What kind of art do you do?"
 
    I got up and said, "Like this image." As I exited the shade, patting my chest, he stared at me too long because (I think) he couldn't tell if I was holding eye-contact, because I was wearing ultra-dark mountaineering sunglasses with side-shields (which relaxed my Asperger-desire to look away from faces).  He could, however, read my smile, easy attitude, close-trimmed full-white beard, and colorful hat.
 
    He glanced longer than necessary at the abstract splash-type of shape (the color of faded-blood) on my hoodie.  "Some weird shit.  Don't get it.  I guess it's not..."
 
    I intentionally cut him off:  "New England.  It's the outline of New England."
 
    "Bullshit."  He batted my statement down with a waist-level flap of wrist.
 
    I tipped my head to the left and said, "Not everyone can see it."
 
    "Oh, I see it.  It's just.  That's not art."
 
    "Not everyone likes what I create.  That's their prerogative."  I said, turning and zipping myself back inside my bug-free shade.
 
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     "I would like to thank you so much for being here today.  I love-love-love that you've displayed it all.  And done it this way.  I love it so much!  It looks almost like the car might fit inside the pop-up?  Is it one of those tents that goes up in seconds?"  The energetic lady, comfortably dressed, comfortable in her middle-age, asked as she took out a phone and photographed the black-on-grey trademark logo [Quick-Set by Clam].
 
    "Thank you.  Yes, it does only take a couple minutes to put up.  The car might fit inside, but the front-end will stick out a foot or so because this is the six-foot gazebo."  As I talked she leaned inside the top-down convertible and said/asked what everyone says/asks: ...Didn't know they made a convertible; more room inside than imagined; thought all smart cars were electric; are highway-speeds safe; how much would a used one cost; is winter driving feasible... et cetera.  I answered questions and thought I recognized a fellow-Asperger's by her obvious non-conformist streak.
 
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    Not all of "us" are intentionally non-conformists.  Some of "us" are unaware of certain types of "unspoken" societal or cultural norms (pertaining to behaviors, dress, attitudes, or appearance).  "We" can't choose to intentionally not conform with something in "our" blindxpot.
 
    As an example:  I was in the National Gallery of Art in DC when a distinguished professor (whom I had previously recognized as one of "us") laid down on the floor next to a series of Giacometti sculptures being displayed on several large, shin-to-knee, coffee table level pedestals.  He then raised his voice to a shout, proclaiming that the curators were idiots to have made it impossible to see these tiny, thin, bronze artworks without sitting or lying on the floor.  Docents descended on the shouting man dressed in crumpled disheveled as if he were a member of the unhoused-population.  He calmly explained himself and was steered towards a suggestion box.  Professor Carmody's protest was not rude non-conformity; it was just that: "how to behave in a museum" occupied a blindxpot.
 
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     Before displaying my smart subcompact vehicle at a car show, which predominantly contained trucks, muscle cars, racers, hot-rods, and museum showpieces, I thought it would be admired as something very few people here, in Vermont, were familiar with.  I was parked not far from a pristine '91 Nissan Figaro (also a class #26; even though it looks like it's from the 1950s).  My blindxpot:  I had no idea there were so many people (predominantly male) who hate the idea my subcompact car suggests by its existence.
 
    I was booed with thumbs-down and middle-fingers up.  More than one person exclaimed they thought it was visually ugly.  A man my age (red hat with four white letters) shouted as close to my face as tent-screen permitted, "WELCOME TO THE 21st CENTURY!!" (confusing; maybe he meant 20th).  It was referred to as a "nostalgia buzz-kill."  A child said, "we don't like this, do we Daddy?"  I received more than a handful of: "Well, don't you look comfy?" (oddly demeaning, but I was very comfy).  Another said in my direction (while pretending they were talking to the person they were with): "...more like a seedling-hugger, 'cause it's too small to hug a whole tree!"
 
    That last one was so good I intend to print a version of it on next year's hoodie.  Because (as regular readers don't need reminding) I am an intentional non-conformist.  While I enjoy exchanging ideas with the intellectually curious, I'm especially proud when my lack of conformity hits a nerve in conformists and their incurious comrades.
 
Don't get too comfy:
 
 

... Per•son•ae ...

 


    What follows may seem like an abundance of questions.  Answers are unrequested.
 
    In the non-place labelled  future this letter is a piece of detritus, caught in the allegorical dune fencing at the edge of the always-warm path, which cuts deep between the sand reeds to the shore.  For those few who encourage free-roam curiosity, this may provide them some ponder fodder.  Self evaluation.  A reason to step away from the thoroughfare and stir thru previously collected idea-fragments crumpled in a mental cubbyhole or naΓ―vely tossed-away as irrelevant by the persona they once built from scratch.  Without instructions.    
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 faΓ§ade 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 faΓ§ade 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  

 

a long :

tunnelling between the ll's

back into yes ter year here

a person a 2 personae

     

¿Mining Mind-Gems? (VO Page #4)

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<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?>

Oh wow.  Wow, wow.  I got it.  You want to tell me.  More-likely, you want me to infer there is another way.  A new way.  Of asking a closing statement.  no.  (recap to focus)
    Ummm.  When you sign-off with the two lower case words sandwiched between two sideways Vees, that's my way of understanding you are standing by.  Waiting.  Always-on.  Not in a I'm-taking-you-for-granted manner.  But now that I've ¿wondered it . . ?... nope . . . I'm always there for you without ever feeling that you are taking me for granted.  So.  Vice versa's what I'm gonna assume.
    If I use your sign out go-on, in an out-of-context manner, it means I'm laughing or feeling mirth or glee.  Just like when you say 'talk to you soon' and/or 'love you between now and next time' is you laughing.
    A third way, now under the microscope:  Parenthetical Question marks ... How would ¿I? . . Oh.
    I am so, so-very sorry.
    It has taken this for me to realize and see my blindxpot!
    You do not have a preliminary sign-out phrase.
    I always say 'goodbye' first.  How fffunkinrude of me.  From nowon-n-forevermore, Preliminary Sign Offs, of all parties, are parenthetical queries:  ¿go on? as well as ¿Talk again soon?
    Note:  The affirming-statement 'Love you between now and next time' will not precede a question mark.
    Please forgive me?

<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+gࡎn-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 watershed𝝠moment 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 GEꟿUINE bla >

        Abut Que.  Upend-ing query file.  Undefined.  Until undefined.

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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).
Just-Val values practice-what-you-preach ethics impeccably.

    This group of sentences deviates from the story-teller's point of view and makes the case for "stand alone stories":
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)


    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:

<15 DEC 22 origin artwork>

<23 JUL 23 origin character name EVE with infant artwork>

<19 JUL 23 self-poem-trait>

 

(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.
 
{Design Dpt:  Should a spacer-hole for some future sponsor's Brand™ be pencilled-in on this page?}
 
[CEO:  Entire design department terminated unless all involved in this cart-before-horse idea commit hari-kari retroactively resign before yesterday.]
        
        Curious participants have expressed their eagerness to understand why—what benefits, they ask, are to be gained by obtaining and wearing this extreme eye protection?
 
        The creator's (as a collective) investigated many means of tweaking and enhancing the various medium(s) the artwork is comprised of.  Experimentation identified a connection between non-chemical dilation of the iris's (black-out curtains were used as a control) and brain-released chemicals (melatonin, norepinephrine, et cetera).  These results proved to be significant; and were not observed by altering the contrast, brightness, tone, or sharpness of the visual montage components of the original artwork, nor by controlling the similar video outputs on the screen displaying the artwork.
 
        What is certain:  Reducing all incoming photons by between 90-and-95% (with goggles or wrap-around sunglasses) before the photons strike retinas, for at-least 30 minutes prior to beginning the experience, increases the duration of peak-pleasure from that of single-apex to that of a widening plateau containing a series of explorable crests and also contributes to the brain's ability to regulate and smooth the up-slope-climb from 'steep cliff-face' to 'simple incline'.
 
         Added benefits of wearing sunglasses which only permit between 5-and-10% of all environmental light to pass-thru (no matter if experiencing the artwork or not):
  • 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. 
more for us our cells and we:

 
 
 
        

Waldo's Possess Empatheticonscientiousness (Go On Lecture #2)

 

     Em●path●etic␣Con●sci●ent●ious●ness — pronounced:  emPA-thet-tic-Kon-SHE-en-Shhuss-nis
 
 Con●sci●ent●ious●ness
●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.
Conscientiousness—similar to the word conscience—is defined:  one who diligently possesses a knowledgeable state of moral awareness (possesses a conscience).
 
          Tautologically (in it's logic form) it is assumed or "taken as a given" that every human is:  Conscious of their own conscientious behaviors and realize the lack-thereof in other humans by simply using self-comparison.  This pre-assumes (not to be confused with presumes) everyone is already conscious of their own general, standard-operating-procedure, thought processes, and have not left the machine operating as it was programmed during its gestation period, with its decision-making-autopilot stuck in the 'On' position.

          Additionally, it is assumed (by many-millions of people smarter than I am) that almost all living organisms have no biological need, nor ability, to grow a conscience because they further assume humans are the only conscious organisms to have ever existed.   As a consequence of these collective widespread assumptions, scientists and philosophers alike, do not expect (nor look for) conscientious behaviors, nor empathetic emotions, in non-human organisms(¹).
 
           I have experienced a life-long struggle with the Where's-Waldo-esque challenge of finding people who actually possess a fully-functioning conscience, and who aren't just pretending when the cameras are rolling.  Equally important, in my Waldo-challenge, is determining who is ready, willing, and able to empathize if-and-when an occasion arises to utilize that emotional behavior.  From my vantage point, the majority of modern-humans prefer to (reluctant-hurriedly) put on a red-and-white striped hat only when-and-if they think pretending to appear to possess empatheticonscientiousness might "smooth out" some unexpected confrontation (which they've stumbled across on their overly crowded, self-obsessed, path between birth and death).
 
          I've spent almost five decades surgically removing, ex-communicating, ghosting, divorcing, and breaking-up-with people who possessed various-levels of expertise in how to wear a Where's Waldo costume, and almost an equal number of decades failing-at (while occasionally succeeding-in) cultivating strong trust-worthy friendships, with a few who have real empatheticonscientious(²).

My latest Where's Waldo Costume "reveal":
          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).

This Chart's Explanation Will Definitely Go On The Quiz:
 
          For the benefit of providing the most-complete instruction to listeners/readers of all ages, who are time-travelling forward—one-day-into-their-future, every 24-hours—somewhere between their own birth πŸ‘Ά and their own death πŸ’€; who currently-realize their current-day's mental capacity can be gauged to exist somewhere along the - Infantile - Juvenile - Callow - Mature - Wise - range of mental abilities; who also should be able to estimate their current emotional capacity somewhere on the - NaΓ―ve - Irrational - Obtuse - Savvy - Waldo - emotional spectrum . . . accordingly . . . this is how I think someone with empathy and a conscience would have behaved in the above scenario:
 
          "Fuck Man!  I remember that you woke me, but I must've fallen right back to sleep!  I am sooo sorry I forgot to shut my goddamned phone completely off!  Even on fucking vacation, I can't go to sleep without my dopamine-drip notification tone.  Completely my bad!  What can I do to make up for my mistake?  Why don't I take us all out for breakfast and then you can come back and nap while I and my phone go-off-quietly somewhere out of earshot?"
 
          For mentally-emotionally impaired readers/listeners, who might be trying to learn how to wear a Where's-Waldo costume (so they might become better at pretending to have empathy/a conscience) this is how someone who wished to appear to possess empathetic traits or pretend to have a conscience might have behaved:
 
          Afternoon-text to my wife's smart phone:  | checked into local motel | apology lobster? | my treat | Lobster Pound | 7pm tonight | still friends? |
 
Of Course, The Term Empatheticonscientiousness is a human-construct:
 
          "Human construct" is a term used (more often, in a derisively pedantic-tone-of-voice) when discussing/explaining human reproductive organs ("born with"); growth-and-reproductive hormones ("matured into"); and our various different/differing sexual desires—to others, as well as ourselves ("environmentally-conditioned and/or self-programmed").   Consequently, the phrase gender is a human construct is as over-used as it is under-understood (I twisted this paragraph like a pretzel so I could use that last hyphenated word and I feel so proud of myself, that I've taken this parenthetical sentence to pat myself on the back *pat-pat*.)
 
          For as long as they have considered themselves civilized (the most constructed term of all), humans have encouraged others to become "more civilized" in their deceptive world of barbarians, charlatans, con-artists, and marketing specialists.  To that end, of course, the humans who refer to themselves as "the most civilized" are those who behave in the most polite manner to those-others who alter their behavior to "become more civilized".   Explained in another way:  Members of a civilized society behave in as conscientious a manner as possible, as well as employ empathetic behavior, if-and-whenever it's called-for, because treating others as they desire to be treated is the golden-rule-ultimate-proof bedrock of polite-civilization!  True empathy and actual conscientiousness are possessed by only the most-polite, most-civilized, most-highly evolved organisms.  And those labels could have their own equivalent-labels for behaviors in every animal who ever existed.
 
          Also, of course, these terms are just human-constructed labels for specific brain/body chemicals which cause us to either feel certain emotion-on-demand "feelings" - or - they are labels for behaviors we learned to emulate or learned to not emulate (avoid), so as to not become demoted from 'close-friend' to 'former-acquaintance'.

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.

Empathetic—empathic, empathize, empathizing, empath—all bear similar definitions:   Causing oneself to practice suffering.
 
          I chose to use the older variant: Empathetic (rather than the more-modern Empathic) because the 'et' permits the core-word pathetic to be realized.  In English, referring to someone as "behaving pathetically" can be, and usually is, derisive.  However, pathetic is a "loaded word" which requires context to fully interpret. 
 "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".
Exceptions:
 
                    Psychopaths—born emotionally-lacking the ability to empathize—don't consider their absence of empathy a lacking but, instead, a special skill or a superpower.  Incapable of being emotionally savvy, intelligent psychopaths become adept mimics.  In an attempt to blend-in with mature-savvy adults, psychopaths may pretend to switch-empathy-on.  {And the Golden Globe goes to...}

                     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...}

                     Narcissists—self-programmed (and raised) to fear any appearance of weakness—begin, in childhood, with simple displays of false-bravado.  Eventually deceptive attention-seeking becomes bald-faced lies becomes pathological manipulations, which can cause harm to anyone within a narcissist's sphere of influence.  By denying and concealing all of their own hypocritical behaviors from themselves, even the most intelligent narcissist's self-deluded fantasies solidify into unconscionably callous behaviors.  {And the trophy for the most 45th presidential behavior goes to...}(⁴).

                     Empaths—self-programmed to fear any appearance of callousness (the opposite of appearing weak)—begin, in childhood, with simple displays of earnest selflessness and animal/pet husbandry.  When empath's confuse their desire to never appear unkind with the impulse to act more benevolently, the result can be an overload of behaviorally-driven emotions (repressed as well as expressed).(⁵)

                     {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.}

Differences between Sympathy and Empathy:
 
          Empathetic is derived from the English word Empathy, in the same manner as Sympathetic is derived from the word Sympathy.
 
          Sympathy indicates "compassionate words expressing an understood emotional state."  When one behaves sympathetically towards another, they (the person expressing the words) have previous experience with the causes of those emotions and wish the person they are communicating with, did not have to also-feel those emotions.  See also: commiserating; shared-feelings; "Sorry for your loss" or "I'm sorry you're feeling this way".
 
                    People express words of sympathy because they previously learned how to be conscientious (from watching others, or, from exchanging words-of-sorrow) and, then, came-to-realize they also felt better afterwardsAppreciation is a mutual-purpose.  It "works both ways" in that when one feels appreciated they "instinctively" thank the person showing them appreciation
 
          Empathy involves "simultaneously experiencing the emotions of another."  When someone imagines themselves in the situation of another, and then subconsciously or intentionally alters their body language, posture, tone of voice, hand gestures, and breathing patterns, they (the person who is placing themselves in a receptive mental state) is attempting to "intuitively feel" the emotions of another.  Whether accomplished reflexively, or attempted by choice, this is behaving empathetically.  See also: shared tears-of-joy (weddings); shared tears-of-sorrow (funerals); parasympathetic emulation; mirroring; and reflexive Vagus nerve spasms (while watching horror films or seeing accidental injuries).
 
                    Empathetic emotions are expressed in the presence of someone currently in-need of consoling.  Sympathetic words are communicated to someone who either:  was never in need of consoling, is no longer in need of consoling, or is not present (and is being communicated using the written word).  
 
                    The common aphorism 'Misery Loves Company' may sound trite, but that simple sentence has survived because it's fundamentally true when it comes to empathy.  When experiencing agonizing physical pain, people are rarely capable of self-healing.  If that pain is excruciating mental anguish, people are less able to self-realize their depressed-beyond-helplessly-lost state.  One person with empathy can ameliorate another's suffering by just being present.
 
     Bringing this lecture to its most-must-needed-conclusion, I want to re-emphasize (to those in the lecture hall who need to hear something more than twice before devoting their full-attention) that emotional and mental strengths are absolutely not caused by the amount of time spent alive, they are also not strengthened by the same exercises.  While reading books may result in an increase of one's vocabulary, emotional growth and mental maturity is gained or strengthened by intentional contemplation, and re-enforced by communication with oneself (keeping a journal) or communicating with others (writing letters, articles, or essays).  So . . . the topic of your first essay should be derived from this lecture.  I will grade them as they arrive in my inbox.  
 
 
          (¹)  This is current scientific theory as it relates to biology.  It is also a snapshot of every branch of philosophy, which always attempts to address consciousness with the same bizarre starting point:  Humans are more evolved than all other animals.  Not to be outdone, this is a tenet of more than a few religions that proclaim:  Humans were created to have dominion over the lesser animals.
                All of these highly-over-educated and stupendously-under-educated people are guessing when they claim humans are the only biological entities capable of being conscious of their own consciousness.  Every person claiming to possess knowledge about consciousness is guilty of basing their spurious assumptions on one comically-inexcusable foundation:  Hubris.
                Using whatever logical-reasoning you have available, ask yourself:  What is more probable?  That we—H. Sapiens Sapiens—are the only species which evolved to possess consciousness, or that every living organism is conscious of their own consciousness?  Now erase the word living, because it's equally probable that:  Every building-block-of-energy, comprising all matter, are part of the same one consciousness.
                We—the most-advanced tool builders on this planet—could be the most stunted animal on earth (when measuring interpersonal-behaviors, driven by mental maturity), we could also be the most blithely unaware animal on earth (when measuring conscious-abilities, driven by emotional acuity).
               
          (²)  During brief casual conversations, I'm as blind to "character flaws" as anyone.  However, give me a few lengthy, deep, conversations (or a decade of casual conversations) and I can usually suss-out the scarred red flags of mental and emotional damage.   This is something I encourage myself to do, because I'm an over-sharer (Asperger's trait).  If I trust you, I blather-on too much.  Saying that I "tend to over-explain" is giving myself waaay too much credit.  I catch myself mid-tirade (less often than I would prefer) not knowing it has been shut-the-fuck-up-time for more than a minute! (this much-too-long lecture—in need of an elbow on my delete key—is a perfect example). 
               As a consequence of my lack of filter and broken emergency-shut-off button, I discovered—in my failures of youth—that it was crucially important to confide my rants only to those few people who I was confident I could trust.  Trial-and-error taught me how to identify empathy and conscientiousness, which (when both happen to be possessed by one person) signifies that I can completely open myself up and bare my deepest-darkest without fearing recrimination.  
 
         (³)  Intentional lack of eye contact, as previously explained, is my most-obvious Asperger's trait (from an outside-looking-in vantage point).  It's how I "turn-down the volume" of people's facial-body language which is always shouting for my attention, and interrupting my focus.  Also—because of a sensitivity to strong light (a trait people with Asperger's share with many who aren't autistic)—I'm a serious squinter.  Most people become so accustomed to my constant looking-away and squinting behaviors, they form the mental impression that I possess a shy, nonthreatening, demeanor.
               They aren't wrong.  But, ask yourself:  Have I chosen to adopt this demeanor?  Is it more likely that direct sunlight forces me to squint to reduce eye-pain?  Is it more-probable that I've evaluated the impulses, which drive my behaviors, and came to the realization that I need to "turn the volume down on other people's facial-body language" in order to not lose my train-of-thought?  Or, that I'm outright lying right-here-right-now?  [Which would make all of this what? . . . some elaborate ruse to justify my lack of eye-contact to myself and at-the-same-time the infinitesimally small number of readers who've made it to these jewel-encrusted depths (in both my reasoning-flex and this navel-gazing documentation of said reasoning-flex)?]   
                Rare Stare:  Not until my middle-age-years did I, accidentally, discover my rare-stare.  Although I've always reflexively stared at neutral surfaces—when in need of a visually-uninterrupted focus to formulate my important next thought—if I know I'm done talking (and, consequently, no longer need to think about what comes next) the urge to look at a neutral surface just disappears.  Consequently, I can directly experience the entire gestalt, face, eyes, and irises of whomever I'm facing at full-volume.  Because of this unforeseeable, outside-of-my-control, rarity, my relaxed but focused, pale, ice-grey gaze has a surprising intensity of intent.  I've been told, "it comes as a bit of a shock".  Decades ago, that trait was an advantage I may have used, to its desired effect, during interrogations. 
 
        (⁴)  Codified during a subjectively crucial time in every budding narcissist's emotionally stunted-development, between the infant's "everyone is my servant" phase and the "I'm me as you're he as you are me and we are all together" mature-savvy state (which narcissists never reach).
              The more a narcissist reinforces their fear of looking weak, the stronger and more-frequent their callous traits become.  These traits (both overtly-visible and covertly-camouflaged) directly correlate with the quantity of objectively visible 'affects,' interpreted by mature-savvy audiences as infantile behaviors.  Accordingly, the more-narcissistic one is, the less-often one chooses to "switch on" empathy (juveniles grow into empathy-hormones; infants have no empathy).
           
          (⁵)  Instilled during a subjectively crucial time in every budding empath's emotionally warped-development, long after the toddler's "all my servants are bad" phase; between the adolescent's "my jailer's no longer pretend to be servants" phase and the "I'll never become a bad servant" mature-but-not-yet-savvy steady-state (which empathic altruist's rarely grow out of).
               The more an empath has reinforced this fear in themselves the stronger their traits-of-empathy, which directly correlate with the amount of objectively visible 'affects' interpreted by mature-savvy audiences as doting-grandmother behaviors.  Accordingly, the more-empathic one is, the less-often one chooses to "switch off" empathy. 
 
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