Speaking Emotions & Feeling Thoughts

A belief that all reality is nothing more than an individuals perception of said reality lends a lot of power to the individual.  While the vast majority of the waking world could be said to be interpreted through the eye of the beholder and that this constitutes what is and is not real, the thought does lead to a few problems. Consider only a small one of these complications if for example, one person says that trees do talk and that is something real to them. That person should rightfully be taken to mental health counseling.  Agreed? Good, then the point is agreed upon that any and all perceived actualitys should only be bought into by each individual person and temperately (within reason) applied to those things that don’t end up disturbing others and/or society as a whole well, TOO much.  If you want to believe something is real which is REALLY out in left field and if this thing means that much to you, if you have enough sanity left then probably best keep the belief to yourself or share it guardedly. This warning about the general thought of this article (described above) goes out not so much as a, “absolutely don’t do this,” type of a thing but more of an, “please apply within reason,” one. Now with some rules and certain extremes pertaining to the whole notion of an interpreted world being the only real one having been somewhat clearly set forth (probably clearly as mud at this point, but wait because it all may be clear as sand shortly) one could reasonably begin to think what sort of steps it could take to lead to settling on one’s interpretations of their own living, breathing world. So long as you feel comfortable having a footing on existence which is about as shifting and ever-changing as the dunes in the Sahara desert, a great way to begin semi-solidifying your viewpoints on reality would be to flip the norm on the things that go on in your head: to attempt to verbalize the way you feel about things and to feel something about your worded thoughts.

Before moving on in the realm of speaking emotions and feeling thoughts however, a few more certain ‘ground rules’ relating to what is real (meaning what can be shared with and digested as food for thought by others) should be set forth and adequately explained. There are specific levels which can be applied those things that do make up and which are palpable in the absolute world. At the first, the base or the very lowest stage is what everyone tends to believe about their unshared thoughts and emotions. Those inner base instincts forever locked up in our brains which will never see the light of day other than through one’s own eye sockets, are only barely argumentatively real to the person having them. Speaking on the daily, hourly and by the minute goings on in your head, as novel of an idea as it might be, all those things just don’t actually exist in any way other than as brief flashes of conscious awareness. The thoughts and emotions which most of the time occupy our waking hours are usually only in barely any meaningful way quantifiable, neither do they usually last more than a day (if not a few hours or MUCH less) nor generally end up as more than anything which can logically be described as having ever existed. The lions share of a lifetime’s worth of thoughts and emotions are simply mind garbage, passerby and somewhat in between instinctive reactions in our brains that might perhaps end up on a pile which will only possibly be used later as pieces to much larger ideas. Those lucky few notable perceptions will build on each other and move onward and upward into the next step where things can begin to have real meaning.

 

At phase two of verifiable sensibility in a meaningful world lie in those select few human urgings which end up as spoken word.  When something touches someone deeply enough to stir their insides and rattle their vocal chords so that a fully realized communication is spit forth, well hot damn there we have our first legitimate happening! Please, I urge the reader to take a moment at this point to ponder on the fantastic process which has taken place in the receiver turned now into a spewer forth of logic. Some thing, some outer or inner stimuli has moved upon the individual with a power enough to shake their faculties and arouse forth words. What an extremely powerful thing that is!  Realized words shape the world around us, both our inner personal one and the ‘outside’ world over which we perceive to have very little and probably actually do have very little control. But what might just tip that balance of power just a little more (if not hopefully a lot) more in our favor? Words! Delicately chosen and even more carefully brought forth from one’s lips, syllables and punctuation which arouse the innermost and most dear movements inside a human beings body; why spoken words end up nearly on the forefront of realism, whether perceived or not, should be fairly immediately clear to everyone.

 

As the second level concerning what’s concrete in this world as to human perceivability pertains to words of the vocalized variety, the next obvious step up makes the third level apply to written words. Another easy thing to do would be to point out how much progress humanity has made throughout history for which most of said progress can be directly tied back to having composed thoughts in writing. Having the ability to print how one’s worldview makes up their reality, and then having someone or people upon X amount of people read that and begin to believe the same things for themselves is an enormously powerful concept. Leaving out any moral arguments about how good or bad persuading someone else through prose to believe how you do might be, overall the concept itself is an incredibly amazing thing!  If the power of the substantiality that recorded words lends to the spark of thought is not widely understood already, then truly we are failing as mankind.

 

Set forth now is that 1) we should be cautious how far we take or spread certain ideas about how our perceptions shape reality 2) this first and lowest level of what is ‘real’ is made up of our never shared or ‘locked up’ thoughts and emotions 3) the second, more developed level of perceivable existence constitutes spoken word and 4) the final, most actualized form of visceral, persuasive and powerful real world truth is found in written word. After clearly laying all of the aforementioned things out, what can be said first about speaking emotions and afterward about feeling thoughts? Other than immediately seeming peculiar to even conceive how one could possibly use words to describe an emotion (try describing salt),  a second thought could follow thinking about the benefits of just such a venture. Instead of merely having to ‘cry it out’, conversely only beaming from the inside with joy or wading through day after day of feeling fairly mediocre or well, no particular emotions at all, we could all do better to lend an actual descriptive hand to just such sensitivities.

 

As aforedescribed, if indeed penned word is the most absolute form of realness then writing in order to as best we can fully explain our own inner yearnings is more than therapeutic: it’s lending a factual reality to something which is inherently most base and therefore could usually be seen as nothing or perhaps barely anything. Taking the time to pin down one specific feeling, perhaps a very specific shade of one’s own happiness in one specific direction (like differentiating between plum purple and lavender purple, two different shades of the same color) may indeed create a recording of something which can be universally related to by all society but which has never before been adequately described.  To tackle an emotion in words and soundly nail how something feels but being expressed verbally is something not easily attainable, but if successful would revolutionize all peoples connections to one another. Just try to imagine how great having a revealing document into how we all felt about something but which could never before be adequately expressed would feel. For an American audience and who knows, perhaps to a certain degree a worldwide one, that would be like having one paper that satisfactorily summates the turmoil of reactions to the 9/11 attacks. How much power would such a statement have to connect human beings to one another, thereby strengthening civilization as a whole? That’s the power that giving words to feelings can have.

 

On that powerful note but in exactly the opposite though nonetheless strong of a direction, consider how people may ‘feel’ thoughts.  At first impression the very notion might seem as if to be fruitless and therefore pointless. What could it mean to take something as inherently quantifiable as a thought and attempt to somehow sense our impressions of it? This process starts in childhood as much of the world has not yet been experienced and is thereby made up of not much more than a whole lot of wild emotions rather than rational expressions. Ever spend much time around infants or toddlers, heck really anyone under the age of 10, most teenagers or even certain adults?  We have all certainly run into those less than methodically sensible humans running around the planet, those who tend to feel and express in feeling all of their thoughts (seem to be impassioned over everything). These types of people certainly tend to be more artistic due to the very nature that expression as words comes to them much less than naturally, if it comes to them at all as any more than a necessity requirement of living with and interacting with others.

 

The idea of feeling a thought can be no more easily described than by a painting or music, or perhaps poetry where although words are used in the artistic expression, it’s less about the meaning of the words but rather the inner-awarenesses those descriptions invoke. Artistry is where one is led in order to share something where a clear thought exists, is perceived and decided to be beautiful (perhaps even in a dark way) and which could be inspirational to others but which cannot be properly described in words. We all know and can name at least one piece of music, a painting, poetry or any possible other artistic piece which has lifted us up and caused us to pause and reflect.  Those very reflections on such art reside in and lead back to the lowest and base level of humans perceiving and shaping the world around us. Although one could tend to the think that because this has looped back to the beginning area of the ‘perceptions making up reality’ scale that our inner comprehending is less important or meaningful than carefully written out word, but this is not automatically true.

 

Having already described three levels of reality in thought and those phenomenons dissemination into the conscious world, with the pinnacle being dictated word (not really poetry, there’s a distinction between the two), all those levels seems to be thrown out the window or at least undermined when talking about the end product of feeling thoughts being just as viable as clear, logically drafted words, right?  The answer is yes, sort of but not entirely necessarily. However unfortunate it might be there will always be certain understandable affections, understood by all men and women regardless of age, which escape description entirely. Likewise there exist discernments that will forever elude proper artistic expression. All of this, ALL OF IT, seems to go on and on in an endless loop. One begins by feeling something, wishes to describe it, either speaks or writes it out and is startled to find that the very thing which they’ve just so clearly set forth has caused them to feel yet again but something entirely new this time around. It’s human consciousness folks, and it’s up to you to decide what is most real about the world around you and what is the least real. Every person wishes to get their own heart-felt messages across as clearly and accurately, as REAL-LY as possible in order to hopefully just temporarily satisfy the inner urges of the specimens we are; ones which inexhaustibly and in a seemingly never ending cycle wish to create things, fulfilling a need to be wanted, respected and merely acknowledged as best as possible by others, all in a slippery, sliding world.

 

So-called “Angry Music”: An Empowering, Positive Force

There are a certain few types of circumstances which seem to be universally experienced by all breathing humans.  One of many of these scenarios is where we go through what may seem like a living hell, brought to pass by one reason or another. Living and really not enjoying what is going on around you could be brought on when loved ones or friends pass, if overall quality of life shifts negatively such as through a disability or we may forever lose an opportunity we desperately sought for. Whatever terrible things happen to us individually, as a species we are all seeking for prolonged relief from being stuck in bad spots. However you choose to cope with those bad things which may continually spite you, as for myself (as have many other self-proclaimed “metal-heads”) I have turned towards a type of aggressive, honest about the hard times, visceral music to make times better. Metal music has lifted and continues to lift me from points of seeming total desperation for comfort to a state of being where I am not only functional, but a very happy, contributing member of society.

But how can something which sounds so angry make you happy?  This exact question has been posed to me several times in my life and it always elicits the same response. For me at least, I can barely hear the rage in even the orniest of lyrics or vocal styles. The reason for this being simply that what is felt behind the words or outright screaming is this: strength. This so-perceived “anger” in the music uplifts listeners with the power to move on, to overcome absolutely anything in the way of their accomplishment of a worthy cause. One thing is to blatantly tear someone or some subjects face off in a song and another is to tactfully take down a concept which is inherently wrong or hurtful; defacing an ugly notion by tearing it down to rubble straight up from it’s base.  When a talented metal musician seeks to destroy an outright wrong conception they can leave it as nothing but dust.  The satisfaction in experiencing this play out through a song and even better if taken in when performed live, ends up being a spiritual experience that is nearly untouched in sheer immensity of euphoria by any such other attempts.

Aside from targeting and eliminating false concepts, another key feature of metal music is how it’s lyrical style rarely minces words. When something is beautiful in a metal song it is elevated to the heavens and conversely if something is evil then no breath is spared in describing every aspect of the wickedness’s nature. Rarely is time given in the spotlight in other genres in order to articulately express the true, ugly aspects of ourselves and the world around us. One could reasonably argue by doing this that metal is showing it’s overindulgence in unpleasantness and is out of touch with the real world; that metal is glorifying and lying about how terrible things seem to be but really aren’t. My response to that is an easy one: whatever lens you see this world through is skewed. In real life a lot of bad things happen to us personally and all around us. Whether we are choosing to ignore the certain reality of that or not, those many bad things are only now and again punctuated by the good things.

When those good things come they are deeply felt and desperately clung to.  No effort should be wasted to savor and hold out the time spent enjoying all the goodness that comes to us. Sometimes good feelings can come from listening to really negative things just as easily as really harsh feelings could arise from lending an ear to a pitch-perfect, positive tune. This couldn’t be more clear than in an example if a Taylor Swift fan switched their own ear-buds, playing their music, with those of a Lamb of God lover. Oh how painful it must be to the souls of both of those victims to be tortured by the stylings of a musicians vibe that they just aren’t digging. So again, at a concert when a metal-head is moshing to something which Cannibal Corpse’s frontman, George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher is spewing forth (one need no example of lyrics here for simply stating the band’s name and the nickname of their singer should suffice to exemplify their extremeness) and that person is partaking in a state of happiness which could only be brought on by such surroundings, who is to say where that joy comes from?  That question itself is mind-boggling enough to the stoked metal-head themself and therefore it should suffice to explain why this is going on by writing that they just naturally love it.

Everyone will hopefully find the thing they love in life so much that words could never fully describe why they are infatuated with it to the degree they are. No one should ever even consider compromising the satisfying feelings derived from that thing by being ashamed of it or even worse by pretending those feelings don’t actually exist. Unless your particular passion is something which harms others then you should go and enjoy it to it’s fullest for as long as you possibly can. As for me, metal music just happened to be that substance which has worked it’s roots deep into my mind and planted itself there as a force of overwhelming empowerment. I may be a tinnitus having, wreck-necked shred head and you could honestly be the polar opposite of that but as long as whatever you’re loving brings you good vibes, please never stop appreciating that thing.  I do however recommend giving metal music a test drive as it has worked practical miracles in my own life. If you do choose to check it out, metal contains more than enough potential to change your life for the better as well.

Drew Ray Daybell as of 06/25/16

On the website http://www.ultimafinalfantasy.com where the podcast I work in association with is hosted, a question was asked of me in the forums by a fan named skollhati.  Here is his question:

A lot of us listeners (I’m assuming) know Joe from other podcasts and have a pretty solid idea of who he is. What about Drew? Do you work? Go to school? What for? Hobbies?

For context, Joe is the other host to ‘The Godzilla Podcast’ which I work on. This is the response I gave skollhati:

Get ready for a mini-novel I suppose. So Joe and I have known each other for a decade-ish at this point. We met through a mutual friend and I believe it was over Halo 2 that we first kind of got to know each other. Joe used to host Halo 2 link parties at his parent’s house. His Mom and Dad were actually kind enough to allow about 10 to 15 teenagers along with pizza and soda to loudly shoot at and kill each other in a video game at their house, so that was awesome of them.

One time in high school I found out Pearl Jam was playing in Utah and so I HAD TO see them but didn’t have anyone to go with. Somehow because I just kinda knew Joe was into music (I mean he did play guitar back then too) I ended up buying him a ticket as well to come with me. So we bonded over that and it was a fun experience.

Joe and I have always gotten along really well. I don’t know if he would agree but I kind of see it as maybe a kindred spirit, we’re on the same wavelength type of thing. We’re both able to open up about our opinions on EVERYTHING to each other, from theology and philosophy to music and preferences in females. It never feels like we’ve judged each other in our conversations about things, rather actually listened and honestly seemed to care. That’s what good friends do I suppose.

Lastly about Joe and mine’s friendship, I am about a year older than Joe. I know it might seem weird to just come out of the blue and mention a seemingly useless fact like that that but I feel it helps in order to illustrate a greater point. I have never considered Joe anything but an equal and well, so much more than that. I’ve always really really looked up to Joe and for no reason in particular. Sure I can name off a few particulars for example’s sake; he’s very self-motivated and just driven to succeed in everything, is also competent at most things he tries his hand at and becomes good at those things very quickly and lastly but possibly most importantly Joe just carries a powerful, courageous, honestly friendly and very cheerful presence with him that makes him pleasant to be around. There’s almost no b.s.-ing from Joe and I appreciate that about him, a lot.

It may seem like I’m painting Joe up to be someone bigger than your average person and yeah for me he probably is. He is as fallible as anyone else out there, I just happen to really look up to him. I respect the guy and am extremely grateful and indebted to him for allowing me the opportunity to meet up and podcast with him over and over and over again. It’s always a joy when I get to watch and talk about Godzilla movies or just do whatever with that stupid idiot. 😉

Now that I’m done professing my endearing love for the man they call Joe (and Joe, yes you may consider this a proposal and I am waiting earnestly on your answer), I might indulge myself… to talk a little bit about myself. I was born in Provo, UT then grew up and have always lived in Springville, UT aside from a 2 year stint when I served as a Mormon missionary in Germany, Austria and Switzerland. So yes I am kinda bi-lingual as in I can get by pretty well speaking German. Also yeah, about religion I don’t currently know where I stand on that. Pretty on the fence there although I am still fairly resoundingly Christian but am also just a very open person. It has been around 5 years since I was a full time missionary for a church and A LOT can change about a person in that time. One odd Mormon-y thing at least that I’ll always (hopefully, for my sake) abide by is that I don’t touch alcohol due to problems in my family with that substance. It’s probably better that I just not.

Growing up I believe I was just your average kid. Some things I absolutely LOVED as a kid were Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Poke’mon and Power Rangers. I still love all of those franchises to this day and continue to keep up with their current iterations. When I was about 14 (so also around the time I met Joe) I started getting into metal music. That obsession started after being floored by the music video for Duality by Slipknot and just branched out from there. I am a die-hard metalhead. I go to a lot of shows and I play very loud music somewhat obnoxiously from my car as a I drive. I love how screaming vocals can combine with fast guitar and bass riffs and blistering drum beats to form hypnotic and crushing soundscapes to utterly obliterate my mind.

Some bands I am into right now are: Whitechapel, Deftones, Mastodon, Devildriver, Behemoth, Atreyu, Cavalera Conspiracy, etc. I think that Lamb of God though HAVE GOT TO BE the foremost authority on smashing skulls with their particular brand of metal music, that is at least my humble opinion. I also enjoy non-metal music like: Blink 182, Sum 41, Billy Talent, Green Day, Foo Fighters, No Doubt, anything Gwen Stefani, Alanis Morissette, Lana Del Rey, Oh Land, the Cranberries, Gorillaz, and many many others. Music continues to save my life every day as it has for nearly as far back as I can care to remember.

To wrap this up since I have went on for way too long, I will finish by telling y’all the boring but possibly important stuff about me. Nothing like ending the post on the most boring notes possible am I right? Well a few years back I tried my hand at college and it wasn’t for me or at least not at that time. After giving up there I went into the work-force full time where I still work the same job and a half I got right outta dropping out from college.

I live alone, still out here in good ol’ Utah. Although no person will believe me I do live alone very happily because it’s super peaceful, quiet and allows me to be very reflective and read uninterrupted. That is me. If anyone else has any other burning questions for me which they need to get off their chests feel to free to ask them and I’ll probably answer them if they aren’t too personal. Thank you so so much skollhati for simultaneously encouraging me to write a little bit here which I will lazily copy and paste to my blog that hasn’t been updated in ages and for also giving me the opportunity to write about myself. Because I mean come’on, who doesn’t want to just write about themselves right? 😉


 

I thought that I may as well put this in my blog because I do really wish to eventually do more writing in general.  As this is some writing from me, then this works as a very humble blog addition for now I suppose.

 

 

Romance is going good, getting better, almost the best… FRIEND ZONED!

Ah the friend zone.  It is an huge area of the universe that has become increasingly and far too well known by people in the last several generations.  As two people engage in courtship it is well known that there are multitudes of reasons the love they are trying to harvest can end up not blossoming.  Nowadays though the giant glowing eject button from such a lover’s attempt has become all too enticing.  It is said that the newest model of said button comes with a device built in which pre-filters out for your non-listening pleasure everything important your partner says to you months before you actually decide to hit it and quit it. Truly, what a glorious age we live in.

One argument for relegating your once beloved to the zone of ‘never needing to believe they actually existed’ goes like this: we all believe we have things we need to do before we decide to settle down.  This statement can be actually true and well-founded. However true or untrue this belief might be, it always ends up seeming like nothing more than cheap cop-out of the courting process. Why, you ask? Who knows why, but here is an example to help illustrate how it probably feels to be told by the one you love that they don’t want to be with you anymore because they have underwater knitting skills which require improving.

Imagine yourself as a dog with the best owner in the world. Your are love love loved by your precious owner, nearly to death. Wait a moment there pal. They do love you to death? Oh how sweet! You just became so loved that you were smothered unknowingly, and who knows maybe it was done knowingly. Oops! Their bad! If you do ever end up as the one being dumped for the reason that your owner had ‘things to do’ before committing to owning and taking care of a dog then you, the satisfied with the relationship-lover,  will end up feeling just like a smothered by one harmless hug dog. You were in the middle of rejoicing and were glad to be with the person of your dreams, getting to share something which you thought was entirely unique and special to this plane of existence when suddenly, what is that? Oh but they just hugged you one time a little too tight on purpose, perhaps on a whim and ended up slaughtering you. Yup. You’re irrevocably dead to them now and your owner might honestly be fine with that.

Now place yourself in the position of the dog owner and this time, being the owner, you are the one still satisfied in the relationship.  Your puppy is the cutest and most precious thing in the whole wide world! Yes he or she is! Your dog is irreplaceable and convincingly the best dog that anyone has ever owned, ever.  Say you also own this certain wool sweater that just happens to be your favorite article of clothing.  The garment matches your eyes, is slimming, fits just right and is probably just so darn comfortable.

You haven’t been a pet owner for long when one day you decide to pull on your beloved sweater and take your canine for a walk.  You’re walking and walking, walking some more.  What a lovely day to be alive and strutting your stuff, looking so fly alongside your new companion! At the end of the walk you have returned home and your four legged friend runs up to you from across the room, straight for your embrace as you hug each other and revel in your friendship.  Something is not right.  Your dog just went limp and quickly stopped breathing.  Carrying him to the car you take him or her to the vet but it is already too late.  The veterinarian’s best guess to your dog’s demise was that they had a deadly allergic reaction to the wool your sweater is made out of.

HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOUR FAVORITE SHIRT WAS GOING TO KILL YOUR DOG!?  The simple answer is that there is no way you could have known that.  One long and complicated answer to that same question is that in a multiverse where every possible outcome of every situation is played out, the universe you exist in happens to be the one where your favorite piece of clothing turned out to be a murder weapon that killed your dog.  LUCKY YOU!!!

Getting away from puppy & and owner parallels to relationships ending, it really does seem the generations born in the last few decades have become increasingly adept at friend-zoning potential life-mates.  Whether or not the world is intentionally teaching the valuable social skill of ‘how to friend-zone’ to people today is a question to be answered another day. So far what is certain is just how badly it sucks to be a dog that got killed by a sweater.

So you prepare people to meet the ‘love of their life’

An ex- lover always ends up fulfilling an essential matchmaking and society building role. Sometimes the person who has done the dumping might appear immediately afterward to ‘strike gold’ and find someone new to love.  During peoples time on earth there are several monumental events that help reinforce the idea that they have really done something with their lives. These accomplishments help people define who they are.  Someone could graduate, fulfill hours in an training program for their career, have a baby, move away from parents, etc.

Perhaps the most important of all such events comes when that special someone is found whom they commit to. Both those people then begin giving their best to make things work out for the rest of their lives together. These special circumstances beg a humble question. If there is an ex-lover who got left behind in order for a new relationship to bloom, how is the left behind person supposed to feel? Who knows, but here are some suggestions.

Don’t struggle too much with not knowing how to feel.  It is going to be a struggle, one that could well end up as the roughest and topsy-turviest emotional roller coaster you’ve ever stepped on to alone in your life.  And you are alone on this ride.  People will always attempt to help maneuver the controls of the attraction along the way since it is human nature to want to reach out and make someone feel better. Your friends, family members, well meaning acquaintances and hopefully also a higher power or maybe something deep within yourself  is going to end up pushing you beyond your known limits during this trip.  Know that none of the advice given or experiences shared must soothe your agitated mind and upset stomach. They may end up easing some pressure but if they don’t fully soothe the pain, things will still be alright.  You are yourself, your own person.  Knowing that billions upon a billion times a billion humans will go through extremely similar love problems before and then after you doesn’t mean any one of those people is going to have your same experience.  All those people will just end up grasping at similar straws.

Once you feel like you’ve exited the thrill ride your legs are going to be weak for a time.  The length and intensity of this period of time can depend on a lot of different things.  Say you were with someone only a few months yet from the moment you first laid eyes on them you knew you wanted to be with them, that you would do anything to keep them in your life.  If such a courtship ends abruptly and for no fully explained reason, it ends up feeling like being put in a sack while you were dead asleep, getting thrown on a roller coaster, going through the whole ride, getting tossed once again but off the roller coaster this time and then being left to fight your way out of the sack. Were you ever on a real ride? Do you even feel sick or was everything just imagined and all too intense to be real? Maybe your legs are going to fail you and cause you to stumble after the experience, and that likely won’t happen when you expect it to.

Given another scenario you end up with someone for a very long time. You could find yourself being with someone for years.  There is no way that anything could go wrong because everything is guaranteed.  You have just purchased two tickets to ride that special amusement thrill which you have been looking forward to since you were a child. CHA-CHING! You lucky dog you!  Entering the awaited ride after courting the person aboard before you, naturally you secure that your special someone is comfortable and kept at ease. After all is said and done, their health and safety comes light years before even a second thought about yourself. This is going to be the long haul and you can hardly wait.

The ride begins and the chains click slowly as you’re dragged to the top of the first drop off.  It’s not the biggest drop nor is what comes after the sharpest turn, but anticipating soaking up all those excitements with the person sitting next to you sounds amazing.  As you nervously glance toward your beloved, they have the biggest smile on their face which you have ever witnessed. They are overjoyed, but you feel a strange premonition. Your stomach then begins to clench as the darting thought runs through your brain, “Are they excited this time has finally come, or to have it finally be over with?”

At the top of the first hill there is no moment for a second thought. You both succumb to gravity.  You’re dropping and dropping and dropping, then looping and weaving. You go through several dark tunnels and you don’t know what occurred in any of them.  Defying the laws of physics your cart has kept enough momentum along the beginning stretch of track to careen you upward, even higher upward to the tallest pinnacle on your much anticipated adventure.  You may have never reached such heights in your life.

If you had thought to look over to your partner at that moment, they probably didn’t even have a face.  They probably scrubbed it off with an eraser a long LONG time before you noticed their features had become unchanging and unreal.  There was no eject button to launch you from this ride when you started out. There certainly wasn’t one installed in your seat so whatever special arrangements your partner had made to have one placed in theirs had been done behind your back.  They are gone. You don’t even know if you had made it to the top of this hill together but as the numbness fades you realize the ride has simply stopped and you are left alone.

Being stuck up where the air is thin so it is tough to breath is not so bad.  Maybe if you stick it out up here for a while you will grow stronger. Has anyone else ever made it to the point you have? Mostly likely. You can take your time to survey the scene below you where all the onlookers were previously so enthralled to see the both of your succeed on and make it to the end of your trip, but you don’t really remember whether anyone was ever watching out for the both of you to succeed in the first place.  If they were there, what could they have possibly told the both of you that may have fixed what happened? None of it would have mattered anyway you say to yourself out loud as total lethargy drags you into a barely conscious, zombie-like state. The whole world is dream-like as well when you succumb to numb, zero, nothing, and no air. You just float, gliding around while anything which hits you on the way is welcome and thanked.

Gravity always settles back in.  The total human experience always exacts it’s wanted toll and you tumble violently downward, cart off the rails.  This though is a beautiful disaster, one with a portrait painted pink and gold explosion that will leave scorched marks and remains for miles.  You want everything so meticulously built up around you destroyed because otherwise anything left standing you will knock down yourself.  In these after-moments you start to commit to never stop pushing yourself beyond any boundaries you ever thought could be attached to the person you do not yet fully understand.  YOU!

Don’t become too selfish. Immense strength and understanding comes from sharing what you have and what you have become with those who seem like they might need it.  During a lifetime you will learn to better understand when it is appropriate to ask someone tough questions or give someone a very tough answer right to their face.  When you need those things done to you, be humble enough to glean wisdom from those moments. If you ever end up noticing things returning back to the way they were or if someone tries to convince you knowingly or not that you haven’t changed a bit, then the situation has been misread and/ or they are wrong.

Deeply imprinted scars aren’t always tangible but those kinds of marks are vividly real. Those inner tattoos contrast a deep, horrific green and purple across the golds, reds and pinks that life wishes to hand you but you mostly refuse to accept any more. You stare down these colors every day behind your eyes, looking into the mirror, pounding your chest and screaming in your face that you will push forward. There is absolutely no reason to give up because you already lost everything once, maybe more than once.

Foremost the only person you have to prove anything about yourself to is yourself.  You might realize that in order to achieve what you wish to, first you need to possess a healthy state of mind (but you can’t always be sure you’re in one, so sometimes it pays to just push forward anyway). After that is taken care of in order to live an even happier life it is your responsibility to make sure the people around you seem to be fine and to help them make progress on their goals. Hopefully not simply as an afterthought you will check to make sure that society as a whole isn’t killing itself.

This philosophy for left-behind lovers is not necessarily a selfish way of living as it is a way to insure more are not dragged through the same hell you survived. The conscious act of re-evaluating all of your thoughts, actions, habits and overall character after suffering a devastating romance related blow is something noble and can feel very enabling. After all the aftermath has settled you just ended up not being the ‘right one’ for someone, correct? Maybe after such a harsh lesson is fully exacted upon you, next time you will end up as the right one, being with the right person for you.

How Michael Myers from Halloween is a relatable character

Does it seem like a stretch to try to relate yourself to a movie serial killer?  Maybe, but then again maybe not.  In any case it’s getting closer to Halloween this year and in vein of the thought of dressing up as whatever we want for a night, trying to connect ourselves to a man who does whatever or rather kills whomever he wants all the time might just be a fun exercise.

To begin try thinking of Michael Myers as a god on earth. We’re really starting off blasphemous with this blog.  In all seriousness, according to the movies he stars in Michael appears to be utterly unstoppable against all odds.  He is a moving shape, a figure that resembles a man that doesn’t speak, in fact makes no noise nearly at all times and also never detracts from his goals.  He is an unbreakable force which eventually attains whatever he wants.  What he wants just happens to involve mass murder.

What more could a person want in their lives then to be unhindered in progress toward their goals? If more people had half the tenacity and stick-to-itiveness for rushing towards their objectives which Michael possesses, a whole lot more would get done in life. Michael can be shown being bashed in the head or shot in one scene, violently put down, yet in the next few moments he’s back up again trying to kill. What a trooper and certainly a man we can learn something about perseverance from.

Understanding the significance of Michael’s mask is another important step to relating to him.  He has to don his mask at all times.  In his films, he’s never really shown with it off except as a child.  We’re all especially vulnerable as children, just as Michael certainly was, yet as an adult he consciously chose to put on a white, expressionless latex mask which he would wear for all eternity. Just considering how much of a pain to breathe in that thing it must be since there’s no open airways but two small holes for his nostrils, there’s got to be a very good reason he never removes his mask.

Does he keep it on for anonymity? No, he came from a psych ward so his identity was known before he set off on his murderous rampage.  Neither does he wear it for any sort of physical comfort as was already mentioned.  Michael wears his mask for the same reason people put on a face every morning before they go out into the world, to be safer and put at an advantage.  To one degree or another when we’re not alone or with anyone we are extremely close to, we wear a bit of a mask.  It’s not always for fun nor might we even realize we are wearing one.  Often only in hindsight do we realize that how we were acting in a given situation really didn’t reflect how we truly felt. So why did we act that way then?

We wear our masks for same reason Michael wears his. Over the years he’s become good at what he does.  If wearing a mask helps him to kill by nearly scaring his victims to death before he reaches them, what reason would he have not to wear it? If putting on a bit of a faux mask ourselves aids us in appearing to be better at our jobs than we really are, a bit more attractive to a potential lover whom we wish to keep or a bit more confident in the face of peers and family then what reasonable excuse could anyone have to not wear their own made up mask?  Michael’s is just external whereas ours may be harder to identify since they aren’t always perceivable.

His white mask aiding him, the killer from the Halloween franchise also never reveals any true emotion. Much further removed from showing emotion, the audience never even hears him speak.  As far as the original film lore goes, as a child after killing his own sister with a kitchen knife Michael is shown in a sort of trance-like state.  Here he doesn’t speak, sheds no tears and doesn’t appear to hold one shred of regret for his actions.  Could any of these human traits actually be desirable to aspire to? In the right circumstances, certainly.

In a sports contest of any kind there is never a time where it is advantageous to show weakness.  You have to be tough to be the best at your chosen sport, and even if you are not toughest you have to successfully convince your opponents that you are in order to win.  In another scenario as an onlooker to a terrible accident where someone is injured, the best way to react is without hesitation and encouraging any victims that they are okay and that everything is going to be alright. That would require a great deal of self-removal from emotions like panic. Perhaps you might fall out of love with a significant other, or lose a good friend or family member and that relationship seems realistically impossible to fix. There will come a time in that case where your logic must overcome your emotions and you convince yourself to finally overcome that heartache.

Mr. Myers would be an excellent athlete, first responder (if he wasn’t always the one harming people) and be great at healing from relationship woes. Being a sociopath as he is, or in other words having complete disregard for others, would be helpful in all these situations. In any case luckily us normal people only have to learn to feign disregard for others after suffering through the turmoil of emotion it takes to get to that point.

Despite it being difficult to emulate him, this particularly infamous slasher on Halloween night from the hack and slash genre of movies is someone from whom everyone can learn something.  Michael exudes the type of manly ‘I got this’ attitude that turns men green with jealousy and which the ladies flock to.  If we only paid more attention to him than that portion we normally pay to someone who appears only to kill for our entertainment, we would have much to gain. A truly unbiased study on how to better relate to Mr. Myers ends up yielding not only tips on how to best filet a victim with a kitchen knife, but also on how to overall greatly improve oneself.

Can’t have what you want the most? Perhaps give up on it.

Wanting only one thing sounds simple.  Fulfilling one demand you long for may seem an easy task to complete.  When accomplishing this goal requires having someone in your life who demands to have nothing to do with you, achievement becomes impossible. Being ignored hurts and learning to cope with such a circumstance might feel as if to crush any person’s spirit.

Growing up some people may learn to believe they don’t require the help of others to achieve their own ultimate happiness. This idea is prideful and will harm you. A belief like this could stem from growing up with few or no siblings or from having an mostly introverted personality. There are many, varied reasons you could grow up believing this way. The thought of obtaining your ideal of perfect joy involving achieving something without any outside help may confuse some.

For example if you improve upon a skill you naturally possess but don’t improve that skill on your own, does that mean you’ve really grown? Do you yourself own that growth or achievement or was it someone else’s doing? Could you simply be the embodiment or carrier of a skill or attribute that someone else actually achieved?  How can you ever accurately measure whether you OWN your personal accomplishments and inner-growth?

Try looking to your own parents. Who else but they may be looked towards as having helped one become their best self. Hopefully that is the case for the reader, but if you currently feel your parents did more harm than good in your life I am sorry you feel that way.  Perhaps with time you may end up being grateful to them for their influence in your life.  If this is not how you momentarily feel, there’s no need to attempt to do what will now be asked of you. Perhaps you could still manage this exercise looking to other influences in your life but that’s up to you.

Think back on years of experiences while under your parents care and evaluate how you were raised and how you’ve measured achievement and growth in the past. This should be pondered upon because while being closer under your parents wings, your personal measurement of progress was greatly influenced by them. Next observe how your parents measure personal achievement in their lives now and how they did so as you grew up. Again if you didn’t grow up with your parents or perhaps don’t even know who they are, attempt this thought process using the people who influenced you the most in your life growing up. Try doing this whether or not you knew those people personally.

Often you’ll conclude you use a measurement system for achievement involving both the ways your parents or significant influences have come to believe they’re successful, mixed in with those same determinations of the culture and generation you grew up in. The way you personally conceptualize your success in your mind is something extremely unique to you. Possibly along the way you’ll find out that certain victories don’t need to have physical or external determiners in order to be real.  Inner accomplishment is too often forgotten about or glossed over in praise of something that can be put out to display.

So what sort of inner achievement do you want most? Maybe your inner-most sought after accomplishment is necessarily an external one.  To have an external goal be what you want the most can be just as noble as dreaming of an internal one. If that one thing we continually find ourselves solely yearning towards becomes truly impossible to obtain however, one must somehow learn to give up on that dream.  This isn’t a dream like one where you were born without or lost your legs and you want to become a basketball or swim star. With perseverance those disabilities could realistically be overcome.  Nor is this being cripplingly depressed for many long years or riddled with anxiety and longing to live a normal life. Through therapy and learning to rely on others help you can achieve a life worth living.

When what you dream of involves someone who has passed on or a person who may be living but said person has chosen to cut you out of their lives, then obtaining that something the way you want it will be impossible.  Not improbable as in the examples above, no in fact gaining what you want in such a situation will actually be impossible.  Learning to stop wanting those things only takes time. Humans are selfish so giving up on one of your innermost desires, possibly your biggest innermost desire will be extremely difficult. Given time that could involve years, your life will harbor attainments you never could have imagined. Often the dreams you’ll end up realizing will be infinitely better than those you wished for.  You will end up glad having never led the life of fulfillment you thought you wanted, but instead will gain a life of truly fantastic triumphs you needed to experience.