Then subdivide: all the men in red dresses who are soldiers form a group here. All the women in black trousers line up over there. If the visual/behavioral view of humans was comprehensive it would be easy for the world population to divide itself up into happy like-minded enclaves.Īll the men in red dresses would line up here. We think we have a workable idea of who s/he is. We make a judgement based on past experience. And (to avoid further accusations of sexism) so does the one on that man.Īt a more intimate level, we see a human and its appurtenances. The dress on that woman is sending a signal. In close-up, our superficial differences of height, clothing choices, and speed of movement become more significant. Generalizing won’t offer guidance in selecting a sports team or even a specific lawyer for a specific task.Ĭlearly, some human activities cannot be conducted on a global scale. Sometimes a man in a red dress is not a soldier. Posted in Highly sensitive, Perfectionist, Physical | 12 Comments » Tags: exercise, perfection, Physical, sensitive Wouldn’t you love to leave a room like that? Yesterday is just a fictional memory and counts for nothing today.Īnd if you’re feeling energetic and want to dance it, here’s how: ![]() You can achieve this simply by framing your own renewal affirmation and repeating it every morning on waking. Jerome Kern and Dorothy Fields knew the value of moving on when they wrote: Or a lot of jolts of self-contempt.īeing gifted and demanding, we tend to be pretty unforgiving of ourselves but if we could truly let go of yesterday and start each day afresh, we would see that we are as clean as Bournemouth’s Blue Flag beach. In beach terms, that’s a lot of styrofoam cups. The answer is simply to let it go and begin again.Įach day, 100 billion blood cells alone are replaced in our bodies. Moreover, all these things foster a seed-bed from which further abuses will arise. Hating myself for failures to love is to force love further away. ![]() Scorning myself for contempting on others is to nourish contempt. It's easy to protect yourself from the risk of reinfectionĬursing myself for my moral failures is a moral failure in itself. But I still don’t think I could bring myself to do it. Maybe we can act out self-absolution by passing on our sins to others to clear up. So maybe the villains of the night knew something that I didn’t. Gee! If I could shed that lot by dumping a load of garbage on a beach I’d be on my way to do it right now. Bullying, forcing, disregarding others’ needs.Times of excess – food, drink, wildness.My stained and shudderworthy debris included: So I opened the door to all the psychospiritual scum that felt as hopeless and as unforgiveable to me as tossing a litter bin onto a beach. But that seemed too obvious and too natural and desirable to trigger such a depth of loathing. I immediately thought of the sweat gently soaking into my running vest. It seems I’m tarnished, just like everyone else.īut am I a scumball or just a little tacky? Which means – er, hmm – that I must have a layer of scum, too. I realised that I, in all my human superiority, am an object of nature. What I was seeing was a snapshot of how I feel, in part, about myself. That was the clue to the intensity of my response. ![]() So it’s natural to be resentful of it.īut I also had to admit that it’s mostly to do with me. It’s true that this rubbish is damaging for all of us and that the attitude behind it is even more damaging. The answer? Partly, it’s to do with being gifted, highly sensitive and a perfectionist. "Let he who is without Macsin throw the first cup." Etc Etc.īut I kicked on and my despair turned into anger and contempt. My hyper-sensitive gifted awareness triggered such a powerful spasm of despair that I stumbled and almost stopped running. In all I counted 32 large garbage containers whose contents had been redistributed overnight. I ran on and realised that the next bin had been turned over. The garbage, strewn over the promenade and the sand, was being picked over by the seagulls who seemed to delight in the poisonous residue of take-away meals and beer cans.ĭespite their millions of years on the planet the birds seem to have forgotten the virtues of the paleolithic diet. Then I noticed that someone had pushed over a wheelie bin, put there to hold the trash of thousands of visitors. Some people can't get off the ground until they've finished yesterday's latte.
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