I put a hole in this ceramic piece so people would get the picture that I don’t want any of my vessel works used for people who suck and blow and flick.I have a nasty habit of sabotaging my own work. This blog is probably based on self-sabotaging habits. Everyone gets to see how I work. They get to see the fumbling beginning of things and how this develops. Obviously there is something wrong with admitting my working didn’t just spontaneously appear.
Should I try very hard not to sabotage, I will end up doing even more damage than I normally would. The main reason being: If I follow what others think is better, I’ve got to be smarter about how I follow. For I am not them. I can only sense what they want me to do as far as they give me. Seeing the trick is not enough, for it must be rewritten to have any consequence, or they will just use me for whatever purpose they deem fit, even if it goes against my ethics.
And besides, there’s a lot of competitive rubbish out there. People bringing others down, so they feel better. Making out that there is a need to do sht to fit in. Needing to stay awake so other people won’t feel embarrassed that they’re boring you: so drinking coffee (major cause of um “women’s problems”, changes the blood flow see, causing debilitating pain). Needing to drink alcohol and other drugs, because then there’s an excuse for being yourself. Needing a cigarette, because you really need a break from what you’re being forced into.
Where is the dancing/yoga break? Where is the I need an OJ fix? Where is the point where people can accept creativity and oddities as human nature, rather than as induced by drugs? Why do people make gods out of drugs? Where is the point where a psychiatrist would recommend art therapy or a better diet, over some forsaken drug that kills creativity and ability to stay positive and function without twitching and constantly needing to oversleep? Oh no not that, that would empower people, rather than crush them and make them humble.
Chemistry is all very interesting, but I don’t think it is the messiah. Not that I have another one for you either. That would be sabotage. Just this though: You are all those things you love. Appreciation varies from person to person. But anything that you like about yourself, you should attribute to yourself, not say that it was the drug that did it. Because all the drug did was poison your body, so your system had to go into safety mode, making you let go social boundaries, so that it could deal with the poison.
The minute we start believing that we’re ill and have to swallow a pill to get better, I’m thinking that’s just a fetter. If the leaf has a hole in it to stop it from being used in the wrong way, then there’s nothing wrong with that. And yet, it could just be perceived as useless. And seemingly useless things could be perceived as “psychotic”. When psychiatry finally becomes as redundant as phrenology, someone who still wants to mind-minimalise, will be perceived as psychotic. It’s all about the current kind way society sorts its sabotage. We’re still in the chemical age. Hope we can hurry up and get over its “nobility”.
Thought I’d give you some rantingly nice uncontained Friday night damage.
