Let's get ruined.
I have noticed a trend in my life, that challenging scenarios which I create for people that I am involved with often recreate themselves in my next relationship, except with a reversal of roles. If I believed in conventional moralist, guilt-based karma, then I would feel that it served me right for making it difficult on people in the past. Good thing I don't believe in that, because if karma does exist in any way, I think that it is just as a descriptive term for self-realized consequences based on feelings of atonement. If you do something that everyone else thinks is wrong, but you don't think it's wrong, then you get no bad "karma".
With that said, I think that life is definitely a funny thing, and I rarely fail to see the irony in the situations I find myself on the other side of. I often think of things like that as a test, wherein I need to utilize all of the insight I've gained from playing both sides of the field to create the most positive decisions and results. Whenever I fail in that objective, I always find myself cast right back into an identical situation, presumably to take another stab at learning whatever it is I need to learn. If you look around, you can see people who have been failing the same one test for decades.
I find it fascinating and confusing to try to pin down the blurred lines between instinctual response and culturally conditioned insecure jealousy. Maybe jealous insecurity? Whatever you want to call it, I think Russell's ideas about in Marriage & Morals are well stated. In a nutshell, he asks if it is healthier to acknowledge emotions based on insecurity and anger while suppressing feelings based on affection and attraction, or whether it is healthier to forcibly put impulses of jealousy in check and give a green light to romantic impulses. On paper, the choice is easy for anyone who doesn't live in fear of a wrathful, repressive god. When the rubber hits the road, however, it can prove to be bitter medicine for a kid who has argued the unpopular side of the debate for a long time. I don't think anyone could miss the comedy in that, but just because something is a little uncomfortable, doesn't mean it's the wrong stance. Sometimes it just takes a little extra work to keep your mental game at 100%, and not let 23 years of societal bullshit whisper in your ear. Time to go play house-nigger for more than a professional educator makes an hour.
With that said, I think that life is definitely a funny thing, and I rarely fail to see the irony in the situations I find myself on the other side of. I often think of things like that as a test, wherein I need to utilize all of the insight I've gained from playing both sides of the field to create the most positive decisions and results. Whenever I fail in that objective, I always find myself cast right back into an identical situation, presumably to take another stab at learning whatever it is I need to learn. If you look around, you can see people who have been failing the same one test for decades.
I find it fascinating and confusing to try to pin down the blurred lines between instinctual response and culturally conditioned insecure jealousy. Maybe jealous insecurity? Whatever you want to call it, I think Russell's ideas about in Marriage & Morals are well stated. In a nutshell, he asks if it is healthier to acknowledge emotions based on insecurity and anger while suppressing feelings based on affection and attraction, or whether it is healthier to forcibly put impulses of jealousy in check and give a green light to romantic impulses. On paper, the choice is easy for anyone who doesn't live in fear of a wrathful, repressive god. When the rubber hits the road, however, it can prove to be bitter medicine for a kid who has argued the unpopular side of the debate for a long time. I don't think anyone could miss the comedy in that, but just because something is a little uncomfortable, doesn't mean it's the wrong stance. Sometimes it just takes a little extra work to keep your mental game at 100%, and not let 23 years of societal bullshit whisper in your ear. Time to go play house-nigger for more than a professional educator makes an hour.