Showing posts with label authority. Show all posts
Showing posts with label authority. Show all posts

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Locating the location

I think when we’re talking emotional blackmail we’ve got to think about the situation and the set-up more. I think we’ve got to find that splace where we are going.
Obstacles make me think: I want to get around them. I have to get around them.
Although, I have been stopped in my path by people who like to say that what I’m doing is upsetting them.
Today, I told someone no way. That they were projecting their own sense of being onto me. This cleared stuff. People in authority can be very insistent about having power over the way we speak.
Next time I might say, “Oh dear, you can’t control your emotions very well can you? Like that psychiatrist that yelled at me for making a pun out of his title, then put me in the psychiatric slammer because he felt I diminished his power. How considerate of you.”
Would that work? I could also play the handyman: “Want to make an issue out of this love?” Perhaps that’s all I need to say. But some people freak out even more when I play funny hat says.
Obstacles just create a bumpy drive for my journey. I have things I need to do. Obstacles are the panic zones, where my mind starts going into which, which, which, trying out all kinds of experimental ways to get past, around, through. It can be be confusing and misleading. But I’m going to try and not ever let other people misdirect me again. Shouldn’t respect someone who treats me in a way I’d never want to treat another human being. Shouldn’t trust them. Just have to remove them from my path. No further questions about my tone, or manner then need be asked. You tropple dawl and I catch your maul and put it into a basketcase. I’m someone who loses time if I hesitate.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Trolley’s last words

This is all my fault of course. If I’d got up a little earlier and headed in the right direction. If I’d eaten breakfast. If I had stopped thinking about shit and criticising it, then, I would’ve known what was going to happen to this poor creature and I would’ve made sure I got it to safety…
No, get it right, I don’t support industries that have financial links with petroleum based organisations, if I can help it. Their trolleys can all die. Ha ha ha. Um… unless it is really late and I’m desperate for food and there’s no other shop open.
Actually, I’m not sure what to think about this one. But I’m certainly not going to carry the troll home like it was demanding. Fck that. Let it rot in the gutter. Serve it right for being born to be a slave to a company that supports GM and nanotech food products. So what if it is helpless and chained into service. So what I say. It should find some way to fight if it really wants to be free, (unless it’s into the whole masochist thing).
Oh, maybe that was it. This poor trolley was trying to escape and that’s when it happened… ah. Oh dear well, poor thing. Hmm. Too bad huh. Anyway, I’m not a trolley and I don’t use them, so I don’t have to concern myself with why some vehicle crushed the thing in the gutter. End of story.

http://www.mindfreedom.org/shield/introduction-to-mindfreedom-shield
http://www.kqed.org/w/hope/involuntarytreatment.html#