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Bear with me - I had the reply (below) typed out & ready to post on Wednesday afternoon when my 'puter suffered a "massive MicroSlash&burn-induced software conflict brain fart" ... So without further ado, I present to you (drum roll please ...) "Dr. Stringentlove, or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Say Something semi-Useful."
Continuing in the biographically-natured reply pattern ...
Early years in high school I wasn't exactly picked on, but I was certainly ignored. (Didn't get invited to the "cool kids" parties, etc.) My tastes in music & manner of dressing myself were far outside the mainstream. By the end of the 10th grade, I had a reputation for being more than a little weird, and it bothered me. (This, I think, is something almost everyone can relate to, on some level or another.)
Sometime during that summer, I made an unconscious decision. 11th grade rolled around, and I started doing things. Joined school bands, drama club. Did things where my "weirdness" was an asset. Before the first semester of that year was over, those same folks who had been ignoring me the previous years started to come to me with questions, requests, "just to hang out" - etc. I went from being perceived as "the quiet weirdo over there" to "the guy who plays guitar with the jazz band, I think" to one of those guys "everybody knows."
For me, it was as easy as discovering I was happy with who I was, and to heck with anyone who thought/felt/said I should feel otherwise.
This isn't to say that I couldn't be swayed toward violent thoughts. An incident from that period: my girlfriend at the time (whom I was *ss over ankles nuts about) told me whilst we were out & about one evening, that someone in the pool hall we were at had tried to force her into his car about a month previously. One of her friends made the mistake of pointing him out. "Anger management difficulty" is a far cry from what I felt at that moment (if you can imagine, or have experienced, a truly blinding fury, you're maybe half-way to what I was feeling), and all I can remember of my reaction, to this day, is that about halfway across the room, headed directly for the guy, some friends intercepted me. I'm told I was still holding my cue, and was shaking.
Apologies for the long bio, but to get to the point(s):
1) "Social Anxiety" is a poor, poor, poor "excuse" for anything along the lines of the events of the news story that started this thread. If one is happy with themselves, social anxieties disappear. This is something I've learned from experience.
2) "Blind Fury" or "Murderous Rage" does happen. Again, something I have learned from experience. It rises in an instant of extreme distress. It is NOT the kind of emotion that makes people plan massacres (ironically, called "Rage Killing" lately), or to bring weapons to inappropriate places and violently confront those they feel have offended them. "Blind Fury/Rage" is just that, blinding. You just can't think or plan (or even function properly, on even a biological level - the amount of adrenaline released is just staggering) when you're experiencing such strong emotions; while they may be the instigating factor, they can't be the reason that planned massacres ("Rage Killings") are carried out, since such planning requires significant detachment from said emotions. Again, this is a poor, poor, poor "excuse" for the actions described.
Dubya pretty much hit the nail on the head. These are not "immoral" acts, they're "amoral."
They're not about hurt feelings, they're about Dominance, and Submission. They're about Power. (Paraphrased from Spawn, animated TV series.) There's a trick to balancing these polarities, and it has nothing to do with anyone but the Self.
Just some observations.
Jon
Continuing in the biographically-natured reply pattern ...
Early years in high school I wasn't exactly picked on, but I was certainly ignored. (Didn't get invited to the "cool kids" parties, etc.) My tastes in music & manner of dressing myself were far outside the mainstream. By the end of the 10th grade, I had a reputation for being more than a little weird, and it bothered me. (This, I think, is something almost everyone can relate to, on some level or another.)
Sometime during that summer, I made an unconscious decision. 11th grade rolled around, and I started doing things. Joined school bands, drama club. Did things where my "weirdness" was an asset. Before the first semester of that year was over, those same folks who had been ignoring me the previous years started to come to me with questions, requests, "just to hang out" - etc. I went from being perceived as "the quiet weirdo over there" to "the guy who plays guitar with the jazz band, I think" to one of those guys "everybody knows."
For me, it was as easy as discovering I was happy with who I was, and to heck with anyone who thought/felt/said I should feel otherwise.
This isn't to say that I couldn't be swayed toward violent thoughts. An incident from that period: my girlfriend at the time (whom I was *ss over ankles nuts about) told me whilst we were out & about one evening, that someone in the pool hall we were at had tried to force her into his car about a month previously. One of her friends made the mistake of pointing him out. "Anger management difficulty" is a far cry from what I felt at that moment (if you can imagine, or have experienced, a truly blinding fury, you're maybe half-way to what I was feeling), and all I can remember of my reaction, to this day, is that about halfway across the room, headed directly for the guy, some friends intercepted me. I'm told I was still holding my cue, and was shaking.
Apologies for the long bio, but to get to the point(s):
1) "Social Anxiety" is a poor, poor, poor "excuse" for anything along the lines of the events of the news story that started this thread. If one is happy with themselves, social anxieties disappear. This is something I've learned from experience.
2) "Blind Fury" or "Murderous Rage" does happen. Again, something I have learned from experience. It rises in an instant of extreme distress. It is NOT the kind of emotion that makes people plan massacres (ironically, called "Rage Killing" lately), or to bring weapons to inappropriate places and violently confront those they feel have offended them. "Blind Fury/Rage" is just that, blinding. You just can't think or plan (or even function properly, on even a biological level - the amount of adrenaline released is just staggering) when you're experiencing such strong emotions; while they may be the instigating factor, they can't be the reason that planned massacres ("Rage Killings") are carried out, since such planning requires significant detachment from said emotions. Again, this is a poor, poor, poor "excuse" for the actions described.
Dubya pretty much hit the nail on the head. These are not "immoral" acts, they're "amoral."
They're not about hurt feelings, they're about Dominance, and Submission. They're about Power. (Paraphrased from Spawn, animated TV series.) There's a trick to balancing these polarities, and it has nothing to do with anyone but the Self.
Just some observations.
Jon