Reflections: Encounters of a Distorted Kind
By Lily Von Valley (02/10/2015)
Words, Confidence, Personal Security Compromised
Interpersonal relations are marked in sensitivity and intolerance these days with a sharp spyke, as to cause a leap over friendship’s edge! This brings to mind, Flying Goats, who meet a similar kind, but gruesome fate when jumping over a cliff, in an altered state of mind.
Relationships in an emotional rut, do just the same, surpassing boundaries like those flying goats, spurred on not just by loaded remarks, which seem to have had their day and innocent ones ‘hurt’ just the same. When friendship’s plied with unnecessary scrutiny revealing the minutest crap, it’s as irritating as Diarrhea’s constant flow. Ruining friendships’ solidity to a pulp. Relief (or release) comes in the dignified silences, as each retreats to separate resting rooms proving their motivation’s death.
The humorous, paranoid or factual suggestion that points to seeded properties in the air or edibles engineered to aggravate, and cause emotional schisms splicing marriages and friendships. Ignoring the Self from its natural and mutually occurring physiology, but accrediting geo- engineering on solely stirring from within. This, to some, contains a truth that is, at last, the cure from the onset of paranoia triggered by conspiracy theory.
Though for now, the culprit is Ego with its self swirling centricity causing storms in which to centralise th self, shield and feel safe. Ego is ultra sensitive linking to the slightest subtlety, whether atmospheric or language, and good reason why words shouldn’t go ignored. Since, they create the atmosphere and change the mood.
Words, Words – The Matter
Let it be a reminder that the toxicity of friendship is not just brought about by that geo, malarkey, spraying stuff, which we left behind above. Since words to Ego penetrate its core; that fortified and sacred Self. In that depth, words’ are but a protracted warring act.
Hence why, Ego is easily fravelled by the slightest phrase perceived a compromise of its stability. Even, in the void of a seemingly negative nuance, hardly remotely close. And turn a disproportionate reaction into a dirty bomb (or sour soup), exploding personal security and battering confidence beyond return – in distress over the cliff heads the friendship, like the fateful flying goats, in distress venturing beyond the edge!
Ego’s nature is hermetic disdaining exposure, which words reveal so well drawing out the vulnerability that it seeks to conceal!.
Sensitive and acute but not immune to language power; whether the phrase twisted or misconstrued, the matter still squeezes out the sweetness of relationships, leaving behind shriveled assortment of the bitter days that one would never want, again, to recollect. And, if the days appear to be caught in a loop that the words had spiraled into motion, in the first place, soon they’ll settle coiling silently on a single, lonesome, single lane.
Nature of Word: Duplicity & Ego
It’s not contradictory, how words relay brilliant and witty ideas, at the same time impart vitriolic frustrations and deepest discontents. With Ego most in tuned to corruptive forces negating positivity within, and tunneling friendships scope and their multiplicity – Funneling relations through narrowing passages that are ill fitted for two, or more. Swiftly there, hell breaks lose and at that stage the friendship becomes much too difficult to distinguish, but easier to extinguish.
But whether it’s the words or people that are corrupting the friendship is equally hard to tell. Still, beyond that the wider prospect appears a more attractive light. A u-turn, at this point becomes a brighter idea, I think.
Review – Projected Hope
The time might have come for a review? Assuming that there is anything left to analyse. Then, a total re-evaluation should take care of that! In scope entail the following questions:
Is it worth carrying on? Is there a desire to work through the problems? And crucially, is it conducive to happiness and well being?
Primarily, ‘Self’ answers its own questions, but how would the other fair at such a crucial stage? And then, would the two head towards subjective rantings rather than objective expressions; apportioning blame, and clashing explanations, barely, bearing closeness to reality?
The considerations are daunting and if retention of courage might turn, to fear turning one away from a dreaded warring stage, a full on shebang! One could just imagine the collision of words that’ll crash clarity.
Followed through sifting floating debris attempting sense of shattered and scattered views that you couldn’t imagine to piece together their nonsense. Desperation may fuel the effort of establishing focus balancing that old principle of ‘give and take’, which usually spurs the good but suddenly turns as indistinct as does the power to discern it. The matter of fact, an excruciating moment, during a black out and the power to discern anything at such time, lays in an esoteric, alternative power race – not of our Kind!
Sums up the inevitable blindness blighting players and obscuring comprehension, their ability to grasp the problem and renders the mind to suffer a temporary paralysis. How would one begin to unpack anything, then?
Well, one can’t! When forgoing the good of reason for self preservation, intolerance and heightened sensitivity, antagonisms in words wedging any significant headway with an obstruction is the nature of relationships in a deteriorating state.
And that, is what, my friends impedes the many hopeful efforts to recuperate friendships, except for, and I hesitate to say with a grin that toxic ‘atmosphere’ spraying malacky from above!
How about a flight of fancy? The Skies, is partly decadent in style crossed with fairy tale and magical realism. A very short short story with illustration to compliment