After coming home late, "You are coming home dead in a ditch! I am knowing it!"
On hearing my temperature had dropped to 34C, "You are dead!"
On taking my (low) blood pressure for fun with my dads home tester, "You are dead!"
There was a theme to my mother's anxieties that no amount of looking her in eye and pointing out that I was still sitting there and talkng could shake her from.
No, suppressed emotion is a feeling we are unaware of, or misinterpret.
Sometimes we can be unaware of being angry, or frustrated until someone points out that our behaviour has changed: "You've been snapping at me all day. What's bothering you?" "Have I? I'm sorry, it's just that..."
When we are mindful of our feelings and behaviours, either we realise the moment we've behaved grumpily, or we don't take things out on our nearest and dearest at all.
A example of a misinterpreted feeling is one where we cry, thinking we're upset, when actually the tears express rage. When people are oppressed they are manipulated into not expressing anger because you don't want oppressed people getting angry and fighting back. The emotion may come out as tears because crying is often seen as a weakness and therefore permissable. In this way oppression by others and self-repression to avoid punishment results in us becoming detached from our true feelings.
There are a lot of 'feeling rules' in our societies: we are supposed to be upset and cry at funerals, or be happy with customers we are serving. If we are not genuinely feeling those emotions then we have to do 'emotional work' to suppress our true feelings. Sometimes that's useful, but if we lose sight of our real emotions, it becomes unhealthy.
How you cannot see that it's an abstract system baffles me.
Even the Vice Chancellor of the uni where I used to work understood when I explained it to her and she was pretty damned removed from the employment/financial realities of her staff and students.
Say someone falls into the sea. We may feel fear, but overcome that emotion in order to leap in and rescue them.
The fear emotion hasn't really been supressed if we have acknowledged it. We may put it to one side temporarily in order to complete the rescue, but there's nothing to stop us from acknowledging that fear again when the crisis is over. It's not unusual for someone to say, "Actually, I was crapping myself before I did it."
A suppressed, repressed, or oppressed emotion is one that we experience, but fail to acknowledge, or understand.
If I see someone beating a child with a belt and feel anger, it's not wrong, or false that I feel that way. It's just the emotion I experience.
If I had been beaten with a belt as a child and became an angry adult who took that anger out on my own children, then I would be misunderstanding my anger: I'd be blaming the child for being naughty, rather than seeing my anger was with the person who beat me.
The feelng isn't false, but understanding the feeling can be.
A number is subtracted from the number in Gal's account to 'pay' his taxes.
That subtracted number is added to a number in a government account, so Gal's 'money' is invested in a government fund, after which it's no longer Gal's 'money'.
A breakdown of government 'spending' is a description of how the government it using it's own money. It doesn't belong to Gal anymore, but if Gal doesn't like the way the government invests it's money, he may vote against them in elections.
Only in theory can Gal claim that it's his money that is being invested, in which case he can imagine any scenario from the list of options stated in the government spending breakdown.
Anger is a perfectly valid emotion, just like any other.
It's how we act that is the important thing.
We can hit out, or cry tears of rage for example, but until we recognise that the action (violence, or crying in the corner) is about anger we cannot learn to express our anger more productively.
Anger is the driving force towards a solution in so many situations. We'd have no ethical protocols in our societies without people feeling angry about injustice, or cruelty.
It's not like products that are directly bartered, or like a household budget where cash wages are divided up every week and stashed in tins on the kitchen shelf.
It's a theoretical digital system where a number is recorded in your account and other numbers are added and substracted.
We may be told that this, or that percentage of the overall government budget goes to pay for different things, but dividing up out tax payments by the same percentages is entirely theoretical. Nobody sits down with Gal's cash and physically puts it in various piggy banks.
Given this kind of digital transaction is entirely theoretical, you can create whatever narrative you want to satisfy your own emotional needs. You could decide that your taxes pay for the president's golfing trips, the Whitehouse Christmas decorations, or executions if you want.
It's an abstract system, not a concrete one, so just as theoretically, you can donate your non-negotiable portion wherever you see fit.
Yeah, you have to dispose of the thousands of eggs carefully.
Some of our native garden snails look like they'd get 'roid rage if you look at them wrong because of escapees. It's quite surprising they can survive long enough to interbreed given our weather.
1. Wash'em 2. Pitt'em 3. Bash'em 4. Blend'em (with a bit of room temp water. 5. Stick'em (in muslin) 6. Drain'em 7. Squeeze'm 8. Seperate'em (oil will rise to the top, then olive juice for Mikey's martini, water at the bottom)
Anticipating she'd never grow above 5", I took her to defensive martial arts classes all the way through her childhood. I wanted her to have as much freedom as any man.
She's cute, but she'll embarrass you if you attack her.
You read so much into what I write that simply isn't there (and make such ridiculous claims about what I think that have nothing to do with me) I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about what I write in response to others, if I were you.
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RE: Mom and Popisms
After coming home late, "You are coming home dead in a ditch! I am knowing it!"On hearing my temperature had dropped to 34C, "You are dead!"
On taking my (low) blood pressure for fun with my dads home tester, "You are dead!"
There was a theme to my mother's anxieties that no amount of looking her in eye and pointing out that I was still sitting there and talkng could shake her from.