Silo-thinking and "us" v. "them" labeling can easily keep anyone disconnected from reality. Whatever their in-group du jour says they should think and feel can cause quickly so much anger, fear, hate.
I'm glad now I have always been an introvert. Never part of a clique in school. Always an oddball few could label accurately. Wary of any new fad or in-group peer pressure. As the USA holidays approach I'm suddenly being invited back to a family Thanksgiving table after being thrown out - literally - last year for declining to state my medical history and the year before for not being worthy to be in their "bubble." Whenever I feel anger, fear or hate about those sorts of actions, I go into nature, let my mind wander, and then find it easy to "forgive" them. But I can't forget while accepting last year many of them will forget, twisting themselves into knots to blame anyone but themselves for the harms they did not just to me but to themselves, too.
Watched this week the movie, "The Banshees of Inisherin." A seething cauldron of people going nuts on an island each with uncontrollable internal fears. A bleak scenery of a treeless island checkerboarded with stone walls enclosing small fields of poor tired soil. A visual metaphor for every person living in their own painful walled reality. In the end, each character had to choose in their own different ways and in their own time what to forgive or not, forget or not.
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Date: 2022-11-11 12:20 am (UTC)I'm glad now I have always been an introvert. Never part of a clique in school. Always an oddball few could label accurately. Wary of any new fad or in-group peer pressure. As the USA holidays approach I'm suddenly being invited back to a family Thanksgiving table after being thrown out - literally - last year for declining to state my medical history and the year before for not being worthy to be in their "bubble." Whenever I feel anger, fear or hate about those sorts of actions, I go into nature, let my mind wander, and then find it easy to "forgive" them. But I can't forget while accepting last year many of them will forget, twisting themselves into knots to blame anyone but themselves for the harms they did not just to me but to themselves, too.
Watched this week the movie, "The Banshees of Inisherin." A seething cauldron of people going nuts on an island each with uncontrollable internal fears. A bleak scenery of a treeless island checkerboarded with stone walls enclosing small fields of poor tired soil. A visual metaphor for every person living in their own painful walled reality. In the end, each character had to choose in their own different ways and in their own time what to forgive or not, forget or not.
W.R..