by Ayoob » Tue 13 Sep 2005, 19:37:41
I know it's not nice to fly in the face of generally accepted truth, but I think the Anger item is not as it appears. IMO, Anger is Fear quickly quashed by the more acceptable emotion of Anger. I'd really put the list at six items, and put Fear before Anger.
It's funny, though. I've read something lately about the concept of Stress, such as work-related stress. I can't remember where I got this and I don't have time to source these comments today so load up on your salt. Stress is indistinguishable from fear on a physiological level. The same brain centers light up, the same chemicals are released, the same physiological effects are displayed in the human body.
I bet that's true. It's not acceptable to call it what it is, though, so we fudge and call it stress.
A wise man once told me that if I watch myself very carefully, when I think I'm angry, there's a little tiny gap after the trigger and before the anger, and the emotion in that moment is fear. If I really wanted to, I could cut the anger off and simply experience the fear and be done with it at that level. I don't think it's realistic to say that anger is something that can simply be wished away or denied... it's part of us in an evolutionary biological perspective. Maybe it's not good to just be paralyzed with fear, but galvanized into immediate action by anger.
Dealing with PO by using anger, though, just doesn't seem like the right tool. It's using a crescent wrench to pound in a nail. Better to use a hammer.
PO has struck fear into my heart. The anger didn't follow... who to be angry at? For what? Whose fault is it? Nobody and everybody at the same time? Little decisions made by millions of people over the course of centuries? I think they were just doing what was either going to make them money or provide a nice quality of life for a lot of people. Maybe a little short-sighted, but probably not evil in its intent.
Anyway. Here we are. I am not paralyzed by fear or overcome with anger at this situation we find ourselves in. I've definitely grieved over the loss of the life I once thought I would have, but I'm taking action on a daily basis to reengineer my life around what I think will be the single most important shortage in the history of mankind. This event will drive governmental policy, personal motivations, wars, plagues, starvation and suffering, all of the above. Worldwide, at home, and for every person I've ever worked with and grew up with.
It's very sad.
I definitely spent some time depressed. I guess I dug myself out of that now, and I'm into acceptance mode most of the time, but I still bounce around in the stages. I bargain, I get down a little bit and then rally myself to the Cause again, I accept. Denial isn't really in the picture for me much, I'd rather know the worst of what will come and prepare a bit for it as well as the more mundane things that will be a PITA.
Every once in a while I'm overcome with a vision of a huge mass of people with nothing to do because their training and experience is useless without a computer in front of them. Then, I see them in need, and moving as a mass they encounter and consume, encounter and consume, encounter and consume, until they have taken and used and eaten and shit upon whatever they could find until they finally see that there are no more worlds to conquer, and then they begin to fight. Each other. Because they must, or they will die. Of course this will not happen everywhere at once, but inevitably it will be concentrated in the areas in which the resources lie. Take Africa as an example. Where there is oil, there is violence. Where there are diamonds, there is violence. Where there is that chemical that is needed to make cellphones, there is violence.
Here, we have forests and lakes and coal and tar sands and farmland. Maybe those will be the sites of future violence in our times.
After we annex or NAFTA Canada to death and there's no more room to plant... whatever it is that we're going to plant, then the prices of farmland begin to skyrocket, and the taxes on that land go up, and the poor can't afford the food at the new, higher prices... they're going to get some food somehow, or die trying one way or the other.
Hey, Green Acres is on! Pass the cheese doodles!