In school, whenever I got bad grades, or embarrassed myself in front of a large group of people, I avoided everyone at least a week to a month out of shame and sadness. As I didn't do well rationalization, there was no one else to blame, or a supernatural comfort to look forward.
I am NORMAL.
I'm almost normal again.
Technically, the more you interact with people, the more you collect past experiences and project feelings from the past to the new ones when find similarities (transference).
Unless you constantly work through your own bias, but that would be conscious efforts, all the time. And even then, can’t guarantee you are always reasonable.
You have a better chance to have more in common in communication style with people in remote/less civilized areas than with obnoxious out-going activists who insist they always say what they mean compulsively because their neurotype makes them can’t help it but being truthful.
Sometimes my mom carried me behind the bike riding along the village to collect debts. Back then people got their treatments first, then waited for a financial upturn to pay for medicines later. Many times, it lasted years.
One day when I was 5, I saw that kid from a family had a teddy bear that sang songs when they slapped it butts. So I begged my mom to buy me one like that.
When I turned 15, my mom decided that it was too childish for me to keep that bear. Though I didn't agree much about that, I let her throw it away.
In 2016, I saw the snowman in a flea market. It had the year embroidered at the back of the leg that said 2006. Thought it would have a similar story so I brought it with me till now.
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Good morning tutor. I am sick today. But I know your big secret.
I've never seen you guys so enthusiastic finding the right words in literature class but sure do when it comes to social justice. Because me being on top of the class didn't actually bring a lot of power but this is where you can be socially acceptable even admired to dictate someone how they should think.
Freud said, “The philosophers and the poets knew about the unconscious before the psychoanalysts...”. Because in the process of finding the answers about life for the philosophers, and the process of finding words for the poets, they have to examine what drives them, and the conflicts between themselves and the outside world.
The final answer by itself is not the point. The word by itself is not the point. But the process of finding them. And the answers and words work for the philosophers and the poets only. Unless they are put in much larger contexts where someone else can find themselves in it and empathize with them.
You, on the hand, go to the opposite of it, invent magical words that offend no one and expect the problems solve themselves.
Goodnight tutor.