Our first instinct, whenever emotion strikes in public, is to shut off and show a blank face. I think it's 'cause emotion is perceived as weakness. If we don't act hurt, we irrationally equate that with being unable to be hurt. It's voluntary masochism. We don't feel the pain, so it keeps building and building, until it reaches such a high level, it kills us. YAY! And we didn't do anything to stop it because we were all so determined not to FEEL it.
We have this way of sweeping everything under the rug, like out of our sight, out of its influence. That is expressly untrue. 'Cause even though we tuck it away, la-di-da, it don't exist, we still know it's there. And that knowledge gives the hidden thing power, and what it does with that power.... Well, you know the old saying 'power corrupts'?
There's nothing to 'ignorance is bliss' either. That's just a lie we tell ourselves in the dark of the day when we don't want to face something unpleasant. (It becomes all the more unpleasant for the not facing, by the way.) Besides, it's impossible to be TOTALLY ignorant about anything. Human beings are highly perceptive, and even if we don't KNOW, we are aware. The world likes to pour its garbage into our psyche, and we are but helpless receptacles.
So, why do we shut down and present blank facades to the world? Nobody's gonna be fooled. Why bother? Maybe 'cause we just can't stand to be thought of as weak, like there's some kind of honor in bottling the substance away into a not-so-hidden pantry in our mind, where it ferments to poison within us. Yeah, there's definitely glory in that slow meander towards suicide. A regular parade of vanity and decoration.
You know, for being so perceptive, we really know so little.
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