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[quesarah]

There are days when I have difficulty leaving my home. The news reports are full of death, destruction, violence, threats of violence and empty rhetoric. I get so angry when I hear these things, I get so frustrated. And then I realize that the same souls have been making the same accusations, the same attacks, been justifying their own twisted logic with their god for centuries; the same stunted souls keep repopulating the planet. Or maybe other souls encounter hardship and fall backward, losing understanding and enlightenment. I don't know. But it's a sad thing to look at your species and see the base animality. I need to hear stories of cooperation and understanding. I need to hear voices of reason. A little bit each day, I put up defenses to ward myself against this constant onslaught. A little bit each day, I close myself off to others. It's not right, it's not how I want to live.

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[lahermite.livejournal.com]

Me neither. But it seems as though we have no choice. *This* is how it is. And all we can do is change it one person at a time.

[biogeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

And the first person we need to change is ourself.

*sigh* Some days are tough.

[lahermite.livejournal.com]

Some days are really tough. I sit here and want to sink into the ground to sleep for a million years. I see no way out.

I *want* for that to lead me to action, to going out with a fight. But instead it renders me motionless, an agoraphobic addict.

It fucking sucks. This world fucking sucks. Humans fucking suck.

*laffs*

And here we are.

[biogeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

I don't want to sink. I feel my soul pulling up out of my body, as if it's saying "screw these monkeys, I'm outta here." And I feel that pulling and displacement like a pain, like some psychic dislocation.

And then, sometimes I have days like yesterday when I spend a huge chunk of time coercing my spirit back into my body, working it down into my toes, then my ankles, slowly working it back into the crevices and corners. And I feel better, inexplicably, more myself, the wrenching feeling abated.

And then I make the mistake of turning on the fucking news and it all begins again.

It fucking sucks. This world fucking sucks. Humans fucking suck.

*laffs*

Pretty much, yeah. Wanna beer?

[kimberlychapman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know the feeling. It seems to come up on us in waves sometimes. That's when i have to back away from the news and the poltiical discussions, at least a little bit, before it drives me into real despair.

I recommend some personal therapy time...get a food/beverage you like and indulge in a book or movie or computer game that makes you happy. It's never a "waste of time" to power down and refresh for a bit.

Or maybe find a better side to that base animality...like hot sex. :)

*big hugs*

[biogeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Yesterday morning I woke up and realized that I did not want to go to work. I wanted time to myself. So I called in sick, hit the gym for a really hard workout (engaging in that base animality in a positive way, as you mentioned), meditated to balance the workout, then watched a bunch of BSG season 1 episodes I dl'd. It helped.

Today I still sort of feel like I need some time away, but I think it's mainly my job. I went to the campus bookstore yesterday to get materials for my Bfx class, and it was the funniest feeling to be on a campus as a student. It's been 10 years since I've had that experience.